O Lord, if thou forget Thy promise

O Lord, if thou forget Thy promise.
Then, O over-flowing mercy, whither shall I repair, miserable, destroyed by my own deeds?
O Merciful, that thy praise purifies the sinful, this the four Vedas declare.
Proof are the sacred stories told of Ganika, Biyada, Ajamil and of their salvation.
In love or enmity, uprightly or perversely, in worthy or unworthy strain whoever thought, O Lord, on Thee.
Thou, O Treasury of Mercy, made no delay with honour to rescue him from troubles.
O Hari; the qualities of Thy name are un-numbered: fulfil Thy promise now to save.
O Sur Das, why dost thou not look toward the Lord? in doing and doing thou art overcome by thy burden.
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