Thou from the womb didst hold me up; thou art the same that me Out of my mother's bowels took; I ever will praise thee.
God will I bless all times; his praise my mouth shall still express.
But I with expectation will hope continually; And yet with praises more and more I will thee magnify.
Be not far off, for grief is near, and none to help is found.
O blessed is the man whose trust upon the Lord relies; Respecting not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.