As for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped. For I was envious at the foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

Their feet are in a slippery place;  
Their riches swift as shadows fly;  
Their honours end in deep disgrace;  
In mirth they live, in anguish die.

Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die: for I have not found thy works perfect before God.

God is a Spirit just and wise;  
He sees our inmost mind:  
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,  
And leave our souls behind.

If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up mine head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction. 

To the heart truly humbled by woe,  
The annointing of joy shall be given;  
To the tears that from penitence flow,  
The peace that’s the forerunner of heaven.

Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart; for God now accepteth thy work.

Whilst I see thy love to me,  
Every object teems with joy;  
Here, oh may I walk with thee,  
Then into thy presence die!  
  
Let me but thyself possess,  
Total sum, of happiness;  
Real bliss I then shall prove 
Heaven below, and heaven above.

Our rejoicing is this, the testimony of our conscience, that in simplicity and godly sincerity, not with fleshly wisdom, but by the grace of God, we have had our conversation in the world.

O happy soul, that lives on high,  
While men lie grovelling here;  
Whose hopes are fix’d above the sky,  
And faith forbids his fear.  
  
His conscience cleans’d from all his sins,  
Love, peace, and joy combine  
To form a life whose holy springs  
Are hidden and divine.

Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.

The Saviour smiles! o’er my bless’d soul  
New tides of hope tumultuous roll;  
Earth has a joy unknown in heaven,  
The new-born peace of sin forgiven;  
Tears of such pure and deep delight,  
Ye angels! never dimm’d your sight.

We joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom we have now received the atonement.

There is a fountain fill’d with blood,  
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,  
And sinners plunged beneath that flood  
Lose all their guilty strains.  
  
They dying thief rejoic’d to see  
That fountain in his day;  
And here may I, though vile as he,  
Wash all my sins away.