He brought me up…out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.@Psalm 40:2
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Salathiel C. Kirk
(1845–1913)

Sa­la­thi­el C. Kirk, Mus­ings Along the Way (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: A. H. Sick­ler, 1900), page 87, alt.

Ab­schied Wen­zel Müll­er, 1828 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Wenzel Müller
(1767–1835)

When far astray in sin, one day
The loving Savior passed my way;
As helpless, sick, and sore I lay
Deep in the pit and miry clay.

He stooped and touched me in my shame;
I felt His touch, I breathed His name;
A thrill divine went through my soul—
I felt that touch had made me whole.

For you I drank the bitter cup,
Thus Jesus said, and raised me up;
He raised me up, O praise the Lamb,
From what I was to what I am!

I know the depths from whence I came;
Thou knowest, too, how weak my frame;
Keep Thou my hand within Thine own,
For, O, I dare not walk alone!

Close by the side of such a friend,
Whose love could such a depth descend,
I shall not wander from the fold,
For power to save is grace to hold.