I Waited for the Lord Most High

I wait­ed for the Lord most high

And He in­clined to hear my cry;

He took me from de­struct­ion’s pit

And from the mi­ry clay;

Upon a rock he set my feet

And stead­fast made my way.

A new and joy­ful song of praise

He taught my thank­ful heart to raise;

And ma­ny

see­ing me re­stored

Shall fear the Lord and trust;

And blest are they that trust the Lord

The hum­ble and the just.

O Lord my God

how ma­ni­fold

Thy won­drous works which I be­hold

And all Thy lov­ing

gra­cious thought

Thou hast be­stowed on man;

To count Thy mer­cies I have sought

But bound­less is their span.

Not sac­ri­fice de­lights the Lord

But he who hears and keeps His Word;

Thou gav­est me to hear Thy will

Thy law is in my heart;

I come the Scrip­ture to ful­fill

Glad tid­ings to im­part.