Our soul in life who safe preserves, our foot from sliding stays.
Thy foot he'll not let slide, nor will he slumber that thee keeps.
Surely there is not any thing that ever shall him move: The righteous man's memorial shall everlasting prove.
When I had uttered this word, (my foot doth slip away,) Thy mercy held me up, O Lord, thy goodness did me stay.
For ill men's rod upon the lot of just men shall not lie; Lest righteous men stretch forth their hands unto iniquity.
He only my salvation is, and my strong rock is he: He only is my sure defence; much mov'd I shall not be.
Earth's fat ones eat, and worship shall: all who to dust descend Shall bow to him; none of them can his soul from death defend.
He only my salvation is, and my strong rock is he; He only is my sure defence: I shall not moved be.
But thou, O Lord my God, those men in justice shalt o'erthrow, And in destruction's dungeon dark at last shalt lay them low: The bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days: But upon thee with confidence I will depend always.