O’ my Lord, to whom do I turn
To a hypocrite who wishes me to burn
Or an enemy who wants me to be slain
Or the wicked, who unjustly detain
Or the misguided, whose faith is in vain
Or the ignorant, who doesn’t learn
Or the poor, who cannot earn
Or a stranger who will refrain
Or the corrupt, whose support I won’t maintain
Or a liar who wants to entertain
Or a busy man, whose help I cannot obtain
Or the weak, whose own relief he cannot attain
Or the arrogant, whose compassion I’d never gain
It’s only to you my Lord
That I shall come again and again
Bestow on me the faith
That forever will sustain