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?
God raiseth all that are bow'd down, upholdeth all that fall.
But from hell's hand God will me free, for he shall me receive.
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.
When I had uttered this word, (my foot doth slip away,) Thy mercy held me up, O Lord, thy goodness did me stay.