Classic Poem

O Lord, let not Thy heart forget me.
Thou knowest all my inmost thoughts, whatever I do.
Thou hast carried to safety all the sinners, of whom this world was full.
This grief it is that slays me, that thou hast given me no part with them
Again and again through many births have I wandered, but at last have fallen at Thy feet.
At this hour why dost thou withdraw. Thine arm from me? The tear of this is my death.
I am a sinner, Thou the rescuer of sinners: why then dost thou desert me?
Even if thou countest not Sur, a sinner, yet for Thine own sake save me.