Show now Thy mercy: let me be a sacrifice to Thee

Show now Thy mercy: let me be a sacrifice to Thee.
No other resting place have I, O Lord, except Thy lotus-feet.
Thoughtless, unprofitable, and full of sin, to stand before Thy face I am ashamed.
Thou Merciful, Treasury of Kindness, Master, Thy name is Saviour of the meanest.
At whose door shall I take my station? To whom will the sight of me give pleasure?
Defence of the defenceless is Thy name: I am called lustful, perverse.
The chief of sinners and of unclean mind am I into whose hand may I be sold?
O Sur, His lotus feet make sinners whole. If I renounce them, whither can I go?
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Surdas
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