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P40b. I waited for the Lord my God

1 I waited for the Lord my God,
and patiently did bear;
at length to me he did incline
my voice and cry to hear.
2 He took me from a fearful pit,
and from the miry clay,
and on a rock he set my feet,
establishing my way.

3 He put a new song in my mouth,
our God to magnify:
many shall see it, and shall fear,
and on the Lord rely.
4 O blessed is the man whose trust
upon the Lord relies;
respecting not the proud, nor such
as turn aside to lies.

5 O Lord my God, full many are
the wonders thou hast done;
thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far
above all thoughts are gone.
None can them reckon unto thee;
if I would them declare,
if I would speak of them, they more
than can be numbered are.

6 No sacrifice nor offering
didst thou at all desire;
mine ears thou op’st; sin-offering thou
and burnt didst not require:
7 then to the Lord these were my words,
I come, behold and see;
within the volume of the book
it written is of me;

8 To do thy will I take delight,
O thou my God that art:
yea, that most holy law of thine
I have within my heart.
9 Within the congregation great
I righteousness did preach:
lo, thou dost know, O Lord, that I
refrained not my speech.

10 I never did within my heart
conceal thy righteousness;
I thy salvation have declared,
and shown thy faithfulness:
thy kindness, which most loving is,
concealed have not I,
nor from the congregation great
have hid thy verity.

11 Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me
O do thou not restrain;
thy loving-kindness, and thy truth,
let them me still maintain.
12 For ills past reckoning compass me,
and mine iniquities
such hold upon me taken have,
I cannot lift mine eyes.

More they than hairs upon my head,
thence is my heart dismayed;
13 be pleased, Lord, to rescue me;
Lord, hasten to mine aid.
14 Shamed and confounded be they all
that seek my soul to kill;
yea, let them backward driven be
and sham’d, that wish me ill.

15 For a reward of this their shame
confounded let them be,
who in this manner scoffing say,
Aha, aha! to me.
16 Let all who seek thy face rejoice,
and still be glad in thee;
who thy salvation love, say still,
the Lord exalted be.

17 I’m poor and needy, yet the Lord
of me a care doth take;
thou art my Saviour and my help;
my God, no tarrying make.

Text Information

• First Line: I waited for the Lord my God
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 2004
• Scripture:
  Psalm 40

Tune Information

• Name: MORAVIA
• Harmonizer: David Evans, 1874-1948
• Meter: CM
• Key: F Major
• Source: Wolber's Gesangbuch, Hamburg, 1598, adapted