Let me not fret, nor think that rest is lost,
If I am wakeful in these hours of night:
Let me be grateful that I share the watch
Of others who are waiting for the light.
These are the moments I can pray and know
That God will shield His own from fire and shell,
That man is ever conscious of the Love
That vanquishes all fear of death and hell.
I would keep with those who are adrift
Upon the sea, with those who've lost their way
Among the clouds, or on a jungle trail.
To know God ever is with them, I pray.
Let me be grateful for these sleepless hours
Which I may use for higher, holier rest;
To watch and pray for those who need my prayers,
And, blessing others, know that I am blest.
