I Waited Patient for the Lord

I wait­ed pa­tient for the Lord

He bowed to hear my cry;

He saw me rest­ing on His Word

And brought sal­va­tion nigh.

He raised me from a hor­rid pit

Where mourn­ing long I lay

And from my bonds re­leased my feet

Deep bonds of mi­ry clay.

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.

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.

How ma­ny are Thy thoughts of love!

Thy mer­cies

Lord

how great!

We have not words nor hours enough

Their num­bers to re­peat.

When I’m af­flict­ed

poor

and low

And light and peace de­part

My God be­holds my hea­vy woe

And bears me on His heart.