Scripture Verse

I waited patiently for the Lord; and He inclined unto me, and heard my cry. Psalm 40:1


Isaac Watts

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. A song of de­liv­er­ance from great dis­tress.

Music: Cad­do Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, Fresh Lau­rels (New York: Big­low & Main, 1867) (🔊 pdf nwc).

William B. Bradbury


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.