1 I waited for the Lord Most High,
and he inclined to hear my cry;
he took me from destruction's pit
and from the miry clay;
upon a rock he set my feet,
and steadfast made my way.

2 A new and joyful song of praise
he taught my thankful heart to raise;
and many, seeing me restored,
shall fear the Lord and trust;
and blest are they that trust the Lord,
the humble and the just.

3 O Lord my God, how manifold
your wondrous works which I behold,
and all your loving, gracious thought
you have bestowed on man;
to count thy mercies I have sought,
but boundless is their span.

4 Before your people I confess
the wonders of your righteousness;
you know, O Lord, that I have made
your great salvation known,
your truth and faithfulness displayed,
your loving-kindness shown.

5 Withhold not now your grace from me,
O Lord, your mercy let me see,
to me your loving-kindness show,
your truth be still my stay;
let them preserve me where I go,
and keep me ev'ry day.

6 Let all who seek to see your face
be glad and joyful in your grace;
let those who your salvation love
forevermore proclaim;
O praise the Lord who dwells above,
and magnify his name.