246: Will You, o Lord, let go the hold?

Will you, my Lord, let go the hold?
You will not, you will not,
You will not let go,
However bad I be.

 
Will you my Lord, let me waste my years?
You will not, you will not,
You will not let me waste,
However dull I be.

 
Will you my Lord, let me run to ruin?
You will not, you will not,
You will not let me run,
However wayward I be.

 
Will you my Lord let me escape Your eye?
You will not, you will not,
You will not let me escape,
However wanton I be.

 
You cannot but rush to rescue Your own,
You cannot delay for weighing pro and con;
You cannot stay unconcerned when we weep;
You cannot but respond to the prayers of the poor.