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I waited meekly for the Lord,
till he vouchsafed a kind reply;
Who did his gracious ear afford,
and heard from heav'n my humble cry.
He took me from the dismal pit,
when foundered deep in miry clay;
On solid ground he placed my feet,
and suffered not my steps to stray.
The wonders he for me has wrought
shall fill my mouth with songs of praise;
And others, to his worship brought,
to hopes of like deliverance raise,
For blessings shall that man reward,
who on th' Almighty Lord relies;
Who treats the proud with disregard,
and hates the hypocrite's disguise.
Who can the wondrous works recount,
which thou, O God, for us hast wrought!
The treasures of thy love surmount
the pow'r of numbers, speech, and thought.
I've learnt, that thou hast not desired
off'rings and sacrifice alone;
Nor blood of guiltless beasts required
for man's transgression to atone.
I therefore come--come to fulfil
the oracles thy books impart:
'Tis my delight to do thy will;
thy law 'tis written in my heart.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1821
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 40:1-8;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SAVOY
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1853
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