કેટલા હૈયે સ્મરણ મારા બિછાવી જાઉં છું,
Oh God! Oh Lord of this life divine!
Steer Thou clear this old boat of mine.
Old and worn out has this leaking vessel been,
Hard-hit by storms and turbulents unseen.
Away it twiddles being out of its gear;
Who but my Savior can steer it clear?
Help me, my Master! ere it wrecks and it sinks,
For twirling and hurling its ruin stands on brinks.
All drained and defeated come I to Thy door
In hope and good faith leaving all the worldly lure.
Lift me up, my Master! ere this mulish mind of mine
Takes back to old trends all sluggish and supine.
Leave me not uncared-for.
Oh! Make me ever Thine;
Take me up, up, me Lord!
My Savior Divine!