O Hari, long indeed have I waited

O Hari, long indeed have I waited.
As Thou hast saved all other sinners, write. Thou my name with theirs.
From age to age Thy promise has come true: therefore do I cry aloud.
Tis this shame slays me: in the multitude of the sinners wherein am I less vile than they?
Now own defeat and yield: or else fulfil. Thy promise.
If Sur the sinner speaks falsehood, open the book and see.
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Surdas
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