WHEN any turn from Zion’s way, As some have seemed to do, I hear my Lord and Saviour say, ‘Wilt thou forsake Me too?’
Ah, Lord, with such a heart as mine, Unless Thou hold me fast, I feel I must, I shall decline, And prove like them at last.
Yet Thou alone hast power I know To save a wretch like me: To whom or whither could I go, If I should turn from Thee?
Beyond a doubt, I rest assured Thou art the Christ of God; Who hast eternal life secured By promise and by blood.
No voice but Thine can give me rest, And bid my fears depart: No love but Thine can make me blest, And satisfy my heart.
What anguish has that question stirred, That I might also stray, Yet, Lord, relying on Thy Word, I’ll never go away.
John ewton, 1725-1807