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I waited for the Lord my God And patient

I waited for the Lord my God,
And patiently did bear:
At length to me He did incline,
My voice and cry to hear.

He took me from a fearful pit
And from the miry clay,
And on a rock He set my feet,
Establishing my way.

He put a new song in my mouth,
Our God to magnify:
many shall see it, and shall fear,
And on the Lord rely.

O blessèd is the man who trusts
Upon the Lord relies,
Respecting not the proud, nor such
As turn aside to lies.

O Lord my God, full many are
The wonders Thou hast done;
Thy gracious thoughts
to us-ward far
Above all thoughts are gone.

In order none can reckon them
to thee: if them declare,
And speak of them I would, they more
than can be number’d are.

No sacrifice nor offering
didst thou at all desire;
Mine ears thou bor’d: sin-off ‘ring thou
and burnt didst not require:

Then to the Lord these were my words,
I come, behold and see;
Within the volume of the book
it written is of me:

To do thy will I take delight,
O thou my God that art;
Yea, that most holy law of thine
I have within my heart.

Within the congregation great
I righteousness did preach:
Lo, thou dost know, O Lord, that I
refrained not my speech.

I never did within my heart
conceal thy righteousness;
I thy salvation have declar’d,
and shown thy faithfulness:

Thy kindness, which most loving is,
concealed have not I,
Nor from the congregation great
have hid thy verity.

Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me
O do thou not restrain;
Thy loving-kindness, and thy truth,
let them me still maintain.

For ills past reck’ning compass me,
and mine iniquities
Such hold upon me taken have,
I cannot lift mine eyes:

They more than hairs are on mine head,
thence is my heart dismay’d.
Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me;
Lord, hasten to mine aid.

Sham’d and confounded be they all
that seek my soul to kill;
Yea, let them backward driven be,
and sham’d, that wish me ill.

For a reward of this their shame
confounded let them be.
That in this manner scoffing say,
Aha, aha! to me.

In thee let all be glad, and joy,
who seeking thee abide;
Who thy salvation love, say still,
The Lord be magnify’d.

I’m poor and needy, yet the Lord
of me a care doth take:
Thou art my help and saviour,
my God, no tarrying make.

marker 99
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Bible Refs: Ps 40;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1962# 501
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        Dates: 1615
        Name meter
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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