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 cheerful 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.