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.
9. I in the land of those that livewill walk the Lord before.
10. I did believe, therefore I spake:I was afflicted sore.
11. I said, when I was in my haste,that all men liars be.