8 My wand'rings all what they have beenthou know'st, their number took;Into thy bottle put my tears:are they not in thy book?
9 My foes shall, when I cry, turn back;I know't, God is for me.
10 In God his word I'll praise; his wordin God shall praised be.
11 In God I trust; I will not fearwhat man can do to me.
12 Thy vows upon me are, O God:I'll render praise to thee.
13 Wilt thou not, who from death me sav'd,my feet from falls keep free,To walk before God in the lightof those that living be?