When Any Turn from Zion’s Way

When any turn from Zi­on’s way

(Alas! what num­bers do!)

Methinks I hear my Sav­ior 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.

The help of men and an­gels joined

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.

What ang­uish has that quest­ion stirred

If I will al­so go?

Yet

Lord

re­ly­ing on Thy Word

I hum­bly an­swer

No!