I fainted had, unless that I believed had to see The Lord's own goodness in the land of them that living be.
I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou art my refuge, Lord, alone; And in the land of those that live thou art my portion.
When I'm afraid I'll trust in thee:
How great's the goodness thou for them that fear thee keep'st in store, And wrought'st for them that trust in thee the sons of men before!
Wilt thou not, who from death me sav'd, my feet from falls keep free, To walk before God in the light of those that living be?
O why art thou cast down, my soul? why in me so dismay'd? Trust God, for I shall praise him yet, his count'nance is mine aid.
So God shall thee destroy for aye, remove thee, pluck thee out Quite from thy house, out of the land of life he shall thee root.
Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I.