I doubt it was a real prayer service. It was more like a big bargainfest with God.
Did they sing from the pages of Das Kapital?
Chaplain: Let us praise God. O Lord...
Congregation: O Lord...
Chaplain: ...Ooh, You are so big...
Congregation: ...ooh, You are so big...
Chaplain: ...So absolutely huge.
Congregation: ...So absolutely huge.
Chaplain: Gosh, we’re all really impressed down here, I can tell You.
Congregation: Gosh, we’re all really impressed down here, I can tell You.
Chaplain: Forgive us, O Lord, for this, our dreadful toadying, and...
Congregation: And barefaced flattery.
Chaplain: But You are so strong and, well, just so super.
Chaplain: [singing] Oh Lord, please don’t burn us/Don’t grill or toast your flock/Don’t put us on the barbecue/Or simmer us in stock/Don’t braise or bake or boil us/Or stir-fry us in a wok/Oh please don’t lightly poach us/Or baste us with hot fat/Don’t fricassee or roast us/Or boil us in a vat/And please don’t stick thy servants Lord/In a Rotiss-o-mat.