He took me from the miry clay and set my feet upon the rock
He anointed my head with and my cup runneth over
For this I will praise his name.
He has made lines to fall for me in pleasant places
He has made my path a shining light
For this I will praise his name.
He delivered me from the Fowler's snare
He prepared a table for me in the presence of my foes.
For this I will praise his name.
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