8 Commit it to Jehovah -- let him rescue him; let him deliver him, because he delighteth in him! 9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb; thou didst make me trust, upon my mother's breasts.
Himself He could not save,
For He the Surety stood
For all who now rely
Upon His precious blood;
He bore sin's penalty so dread,
When on the cross His blood He shed.