When Any Turn From Zions Way


When any turn from Zion’s way,
(As numbers often do,)
Methinks I hear my Saviour say,
“Wilt thou forsake me too?”

Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine,
Unless thou hold me fast,
My faith will fail, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.

‘Tis thou alone hast power and grace,
To save a wretch like me;
To whom then shall I turn my face,
If I depart from thee.

Beyond a doubt I rest assur’d
Thou art the CHRIST of GOD;
Who hast eternal life secur’d,
By promise and by blood.

The help of men and angels join’d,
Could never reach my case!
Nor can I hope relief to find,
But in thy boundless grace.

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.