He took me from a fearful pit, and from the miry clay, And on a rock he set my feet, establishing my way.
A good man's footsteps by the Lord are ordered aright; And in the way wherein he walks he greatly doth delight.
O let my footsteps in thy word aright still order'd be: Let no iniquity obtain dominion over me.
For he in his pavilion shall me hide in evil days; In secret of his tent me hide, and on a rock me raise.
From th' utmost corner of the land my cry to thee I'll send. What time my heart is overwhelm'd, and in perplexity, Do thou me lead unto the Rock that higher is than I.
Thou, Lord, who great adversities, and sore, to me didst show, Shalt quicken, and bring me again from depths of earth below.
Because thy mercy toward me in greatness doth excel; And thou deliver'd hast my soul out from the lowest hell.
I downward in deep mire do sink, where standing there is none: I am into deep waters come, where floods have o'er me gone.
And in my way my steps thou hast enlarged under me, That I go safely, and my feet are kept from sliding free.
For th' en'my hath pursu'd my soul, my life to ground down tread: In darkness he hath made me dwell, as who have long been dead.
Hold up my goings, Lord, me guide in those thy paths divine, So that my footsteps may not slide out of those ways of thine.
Of death the cords and sorrows did about me compass round; The pains of hell took hold on me, I grief and trouble found.
Th' earth, as affrighted, then did shake, trembling upon it seiz'd: The hills' foundations moved were, because he was displeas'd.