This torture he had begun to experience while he was yet a schoolboy. At the school prayers on Sunday nights the boys had always sung Ken's evening hymn.
"Teach me to live that i may dread
The grave as little as my bed."
had seemed terrible in their irony to one who dreaded nothing so much as his bed.
Relief had not come to him until he was well into manhood. Strolling one evening in a country churchyard, his eyes were arrested by the words on a gravestone, "Underneath are the Everlasting Arms" and in a flash of inspiration, he saw his safety. That very night, as the solid platform of the earth was falling away from him, "he rested on the promise" - for so he described his mental attitude - and he affirmed that since that time, he had always at his command a sense of physical comfort and safety upon which he could sleep as on a pillow.
written by The Spectator, page 16 in One Thousand Evangelistic Illustrations. edited by Webb, A. (1924). New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers