I WAITED for the Lord my God, And patiently did bear; At length to me He did incline, My voice and cry to hear.
He took me from a fearful pit And from the miry clay, And on a rock He set my feet, Establishing my way.
He put a new song in my mouth, Our God to magnify; Many shall see it, and shall fear, And on the Lord rely.
O blessèd is the man whose trust Upon the Lord relies, Respecting not the proud, nor such As turn aside to lies.
O Lord my God, full many are The wonders Thou hast done; Thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far Above all thoughts are gone.
Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me O do Thou not restrain; Thy lovingkindness, and Thy Truth, Let them me still maintain.
Scottish Psalter, 1650