1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Before your people I confess
The wonders of your righteousness;
You know, O Lord, that I have made
Your great salvation known,
Your truth and faithfulness displayed,
Your lovingkindness shown.
5 Withhold not now your grace from me,
O Lord, your mercy let me see,
To me your loving-kindness show,
Your truth be still my stay;
Let them preserve me where I go,
And keep me ev'ry day.
6 Let all who seek to see your face
Be glad and joyful in your grace;
Let those who your salvation love
O praise the Lord who dwells above,
And magnify his name.