O Father, if Thou wakest me, how can I ever sleep again? If sleep should steal upon me, wilt Thou awake me? The terrors lurking in the dream‐jungle of life are now forgotten. My sorrow has, by Thy grace, been changed into tears of joy. All my tiny, emotional joys blaze into bliss. My body‐temple is filled with Thy light: Its rays keep the eyes of my wisdom from drooping. I thank Thee, Father, for keeping me always awake and ready!


110. Master Mariner, Come and Take Charge of My Boat