1 I waited for the Lord my God,
Yea, patiently drew near,
And He at length inclined to me,
My pleading cry to hear.
2 He took me from destruction's pit,
From out the miry clay;
He wt my feet upon a rock,
and steadfast made my way.
3 A new and joyful song of praise
Mu thankful heart He taught,
A song of glory to our God
For all that He has wrought.
4 And many who behold how good
The Lord has been to me
Shall learn to fear, and in His Name
Their trust henceforth shall be.
5 O truly blessed is the man
That on the Lord relies,
Respecting not the proud, nor such
As turn aside to lies.
6 O Lord, my God, how manifold
The works which Thou hast wrought,
Ofttimes Thou hast bestowed on us
Thy care and gracious thought.
7 Thy works and thoughts most wonderful,
If I of them would speak,
Cannot be numbered, and in vain
To set them forth I seek.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912
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