I Waited for the Lord My God

I wait­ed for the Lord my God

Yea

pa­tient­ly drew near

And He at length in­clined to me

My plead­ing cry to hear.

He took me from de­struc­tion’s pit

From out the mi­ry clay;

He set my feet up­on a rock

And stead­fast made my way.

A new and joy­ful song of praise

My thank­ful heart He taught

A song of glo­ry to our God

For all that He has wrought.

And ma­ny who be­hold how good

The Lord has been to me

Shall learn to fear

and in His name

Their trust shall hence­forth be.

O tru­ly bless­èd is the man

That on the Lord re­lies

Respecting not the proud

nor such

As turn aside to lies.

O Lord my God

how ma­ni­fold

The works which Thou hast wrought

Ofttimes Thou hast be­stowed on us

Thy care and gra­cious thought.

Thy works and thoughts most won­der­ful

If I of them would speak

Cannot be num­bered

and in vain

To set them forth I seek.