The Psalms of David ‎#P40a

P40a. I waited patient for the Lord

1 I waited patient for the Lord,
He bow'd to hear my Cry;
He saw me resting on his Word,
And brought Salvation nigh.

2 He rais'd me from a horrid Pit,
Where mourning long I lay,
And from my Bonds releas'd my Feet,
Deep Bonds of miry Clay.

3 Firm on a Rock he made me stand,
And taught my chearful Tongue
To praise the Wonders of his Hand,
In a new thankful Song.

4 I'll spread his Works of Grace abroad,
The Saints with Joy shall hear;
And Sinners learn to make my GOD
Their only Hope and Fear.

5 How many are thy Thoughts of Love!
Thy Mercies, Lord, how great!
We have not Words nor Hours enough
Their Numbers to repeat.

6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
And Light and Peace depart,
My God beholds my heavy Woe,
And bears me on his Heart.

Text Information

• First Line: I waited patient for the Lord
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1740
• Scripture:
  Psalm 40:1-5
  ;
  Psalm 40:17
• Topic: Christ: his incarnation and sacrifice; Deliverance: by prayer; Deliverance: from deep distress; Sabbath: Sacrifice
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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