151. Lead My Body-chariot On the Right Path
Teach me, Thou, to conquer myself by myself. Bless me, that my discrimination may be the charioteer of the steeds of my five senses, holding properly the reins of my mind. Let my soul, in the little chariot of the body, on the wheels of discipline, drive triumphantly over the speedway of many earth-lives, until on the last lap of the last race it shall find itself safe in the limitless royal chariot of the King of Kings!