Psalm 40

1. I waited and I waited for the LORD.  / Then from the pit He lifted me,  / From clay and mire He set me free:  / The LORD bent down to me; my cry He heard.  / Upon a rock He brought me;  / I sing the song He taught me,  / A ne song to His laud.  / No many shall come near  / To see it and to fear,  / And put their trust in God.

2. Blest is the man who makes the LORD his trust,  / Who does not turn to men of pride,  / To those who in false gods confide,  / But clings to Him, our God so great and just.  / Thy mighty deeds so wondrous  / And all Thy thoughts toward us  / Thou, LORD, hast multiplied.  / None can with Thee compare,  / Nor all Thy works declare,  / Nor count them, though he tried.

3. No sacrifice didst Thou, O LORD, require;  / Thou gavest me an open ear.  / Then I said, “Lo, I now appear;  / To do Thy will, O God, is my desire.  / Take Thou my life and mould it.  / I come, the book foretold it;  / ‘Tis written in its roll.  / Thy will is my delight;  / I cherish day and night  / Thy law in heart and soul.” / W. van der Kamp, 1972; rev.