My heart is fix'd, my heart is fix'd, O God; I'll sing and praise.
When he shall evil tidings hear, he shall not be afraid: His heart is fix'd, his confidence upon the Lord is stay'd.
I sought the Lord, he heard, and did me from all fears deliver.
Upon his own head his mischief shall be returned home; His vi'lent dealing also down on his own pate shall come.
For without cause have they for me their net hid in a pit, They also have without a cause for my soul digged it.
I err'd not from them, though for me the wicked snares did set.
I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: unto the cry Of all my supplications, Lord, do thine ear apply.
Lord, keep me safely from the snares which they for me prepare; And from the subtile gins of them that wicked workers are.