Day After Day I Sought the Lord

Day af­ter day I sought the Lord

And wait­ed pa­tient­ly;

Until He bent down from His throne

And heark­ened to my cry.

He drew me from the fear­ful pit

And from the mi­ry clay;

He placed my feet up­on a rock

And led me in His way.

He taught my soul a new-made song

A song of ho­ly praise

All they who see these things

with fear

Their hopes to God shall raise.

Most bless­èd is the man whose hope

Upon the Lord re­lies;

Who fol­lows not the proud

nor those

That turn aside to lies.

O Lord

what won­ders hast Thou wrought

All num­ber far above!

Thy thoughts to us-ward ov­er­flow

With mer­cy

grace

and love.

Show forth Thy mer­cy

gra­cious Lord;

O take it not away!

Thy lov­ing kind­ness and Thy truth

Let them be still my stay.

For count­less sor­rows hem me round;

And my ini­qui­ties

So hold me fast

and drag me down

I can­not raise my eyes.

My hairs in num­ber they sur­pass;

Hence is my heart dis­mayed;

Vouchsafe

O Lord

to res­cue me!

O hast­en to my aid.

Let those who seek Thee faith­ful­ly

In peace and joy abide;

Let those who love Thy grace still say

The Lord be mag­ni­fied.

Poor am I

and in need; yet God

Care of my soul doth take.

Thou art my help; my Sav­ior Thou;

Lord

no long tar­ry­ing make.