064) Psalm 40
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1 I waited meekly for the Lord, till he vouchsafed a kind reply; Who did his gracious ear afford, and heard from heav’n my humble cry.
2 He took me from the dismal pit, when foundered deep in miry clay; On solid ground he placed my feet, and suffered not my steps to stray.
3 The wonders he for me has wrought shall fill my mouth with songs of praise; And others, to his worship brought, to hopes of like deliverance raise, 4 For blessings shall that man reward, who on th’ Almighty Lord relies; Who treats the proud with disregard, and hates the hypocrite’s disguise.
5 Who can the wondrous works recount, which thou, O God, for us hast wrought! The treasures of thy love surmount the pow’r of numbers, speech, and thought.
6 I’ve learnt, that thou hast not desired off’rings and sacrifice alone; Nor blood of guiltless beasts required for man’s transgression to atone.
7 I therefore come--come to fulfil the oracles thy books impart:
8 ’Tis my delight to do thy will; thy law ’tis written in my heart.