Classic Poem

O Lord, my honour is in Thy hand.
I am ever in Thy care: hear me, O Thou that carest for the poor.
Thy promise is that sinners Thou wilt save: the voice rings in my ears.
I am grown old in sin: bring my boat safe to the further shore.
Thou art the destroyer of sins, the dispeller of the troubles of men: this only is Thy work.
Be merciful to Tulsi Das: grant him now devotion as a boon from Thee.