0 Lord, I am a hunter

And life I seek to take

But let me not attempt the shot

Beyond my skill to make

For Lord they are your creatures

Given for our use

But each one falls within your sight

They 're not for our abuse

And when I loose my arrow

Please guide it swift and true

A clean kill or no kill, Lord

Such is my heart 's desire

Give me the skill to make it so

Or let me hold my fire

And when my time upon this earth

The days they are fulfilled

Grant that I may die at least

As clean as those I killed