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NOW I am cast into the serpent pit / And, catching difficult breath / From the writhing, loathsome, ceaseless stir of it, / The venomous whispers of curling, clasping Death, / I lift my soul out of the pit to Thee / And reaching with my soul to where Thou art / Look down, seeing with free heart / The beast God gave my soul for company / Lie with companions fit; / And bid, with a good will, / The serpent-fangs of ill / Take their foul fill / Of the foul fell it wore.
Though a thousand serpent heads were raised to slay, / A thousand twisting coils writhed where it lay, / There lies the beast, there let it lie for me / And agonize and rave; / For Thou has raised my soul, Thy soul, to Thee! / Thy soul, dear Lord, Thou hast been strong to save!