and as he cried , there was the voice of the old man , rasping in his ear , and prayingyet one more timethe prayer that the chaplain too had prayed day after day as they had stood before the boots , the muddy boots in the searching cold wind : son of the living godgive mercy and grace to the living , pardon and rest to the dead , to thy holy church peace and concord , and to us sinners everlasting life and glory ; who with the father and the holy spirit livest and reignest , one god , now and for ever .