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?’
2  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.
3  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?
4  Beyond a doubt, I rest assured
    Thou art the Christ of God;
Who hast eternal life secured
    By promise and by blood.
5  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.
6  What anguish has that question stirred,
    That I might also stray,
Yet, Lord, relying on Thy Word,
    I’ll never go away.
John Newton, 1725-1807