2 I, while I live, will call on him,who bow'd to me his ear.
3 Of death the cords and sorrows didabout me compass round;The pains of hell took hold on me,I grief and trouble found.
4 Upon the name of God the Lordthen did I call, and say,Deliver thou my soul, O Lord,I do thee humbly pray.
5 God merciful and righteous is,yea, gracious is our Lord.
6 God saves the meek: I was brought low,he did me help afford.
7 O thou my soul, do thou returnunto thy quiet rest;For largely, lo, the Lord to theehis bounty hath exprest.
8 For my distressed soul from deathdeliver'd was by thee:Thou didst my mourning eyes from tears,my feet from falling, free.