Psalm 40

I Waited long and sought the Lord,
and patiently did bear,
At length to me he did incline,
and he my cry did hear.
He took me from a dangerous pit,
out of the miry clay,
And on a rock he set my feet,
and stablished my way.

He in my mouth put a new song
unto our God, of praise,
Many shall see it, and shall fear,
and trust in God alwayes.
Blest is that man that makes the Lord
his trust and onely stay,
Nor doth the proud regard, nor such
as to lies turn away.

O Lord my God, full many are
the wonders done by thee,
And so are all thy thoughts of grace
to us-ward, as men see.
None can in order them recount
unto thee, more they are
Then can be numbred up, if I
would strive them to declare.

Offerings accustom'd, thou dost not,
nor sacrifice desire,
Sin-offerings thou didst not command,
nor offerings made by fire.
Mine ears thou op'nest, then said I,
lo, now I come to thee,
For in the Volume of thy book
'tis so foretold of mee.

My whole delight and pleasure is,
my God, to do thy will,
Thy Law within mine heart I fixt,
that I might it fulfill.
Thy righteousnesse I publish, and
in great assemblies tell.
Lo, I have not refrain'd my lips,
O Lord, thou know'st full well.

The Second part.

Within mine own heart I have not
conceal'd thy righteousnesse,
But thy salvation have declar'd,
thy truth and faithfulnesse.
Thy loving kindnesse I hid not,
that no man should it know,
The trust that in thy truth I finde,
to all the Church I show.

Thy tender mercies now, O Lord,
do not withhold from me,
Let truth and loving kindnesse me
preserve continually.
I am encompast round about
with evils manifold,
My sins and mine iniquities,
on me have taken hold.

They press me down, that I cannot
look up, for they are more
Then all the hairs upon mine head,
my heart fails me therefore.
But of thy mercy, gracious Lord,
be pleas'd to set me free,
With speed, O Lord, do thou afford
thy saving help to mee.

Together them shame and confound,
that seek my soul to spill,
Let them be driven back with shame,
that wish me hurt or ill.
For a reward, unto their shame,
let them quite wasted be,
That in scorn and rejoycing say,
Aha, aha, to me.

Let them in thee be glad, and joy,
who thee do seek alwaies,
Let such as thy salvation love,
say still, to God be praise.
Yet the Lord thinks upon me still,
though poor and weak I be,
Thou art my God, my Saviour,
stay not, O Lord, from me.