The Whole Booke of Psalmes ‎#20

20. Expectans expectavi

1 I waited long and sought the Lord,
and patiently did beare:
At length he did to me accord
my voice and cry to heare.
2 He pluck'd me from the lake so deep,
out of the mire and clay:
And on a rock he set my feet,
and he did guide my way.

3 To me he taught a Psalms of praise,
which I must shew abroad:
And sing new songs of thanks alwaies
unto the Lord our God.
4 When all the folk these things shall see
as people much afraid:
Then they unto the Lord will flee,
and trust upon his aid.

5 O blest is he whose hope and heart
doth in the Lord remaine:
That with the proud doth take no part,
nor such as lie and faine.
6 For Lord my God thy wondrous deeds
in greatnesse far do passe:
Thy favour towards us exceeds
all things that ever was.

7 When I intend and do devise
thy works abroad to show,
To such a reckoning they do rise,
thereof no end I know.
8 Burnt offrings thou delightst not in,
I know thy whole desire:
With sacrifice to purge his sin,
thou dost no man require.

9 Meat-offerings and sacrifice
thou wouldst not have at all:
But thou (O Lord) hast open made
mine eares to hear withall.
10 But then, said I, behold and look,
I come a meane to be:
For in the volume of the book
Thus it is said of me.

11 That I (O Lord) should do thy mind,
which thing doth please me well:
For in my heart thy law I find,
fast placed there to dwell.

12 Thy justice and thy righteousnesse
in great resorts O te;;"
Behold my tongue no time doth cease
O Lord thou know'st full well.

The second Part:

13 I have not hid within my breast
thy goodnesse as by stealth:
But I declare and have exprest
thy truth and saving health.
14 I kept not close thy loving mind,
that no man it should know:
The trust that in thy truth I find,
to all the Church I show.

15 Thy tender mercy (Lord) from me
withdraw thou not away.
But let thy love and verity
preserve me still for aye.
16 For I with mischiefs many a one
am sore beset about:
My sins increase, and so come on,
I cannot spie them out.

17 For why? in number they exceed
the haires upon my head:
My heart doth faint for very dread.
that I am almost dead.
18 With speed send help and set me free,
O Lord I thee require:
Make hast with aid to succour me,
O Lord at my desire.

19 Let them sustaine rebuke and shame,
that seek my soule to spill:
Drive back my foes, and them defame,
that wish and would meill.
20 For their ill feats do them descrie,
that would deface my name:
Alwaies at me they raile and cry,
fie on him fie for shame.

21 Let them in thee have joy and wealth,
that seek to thee alwaies:
That those that love thy saving health,
may say to God be praise.
22 But as for me, I am but poore,
opprest and brought ful low:
Yet thou O Lord wilt me restore
to health full well I know.

23 For why thou art my hope and trust,
my refuge, help and stay:
Wherefore, my God, as thou art just,
with me no time delay.

Text Information

• First Line: I waited long and sought the Lord
• Title: Expectans expectavi
• Author: J. H.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1640
• Scripture:
  Psalm 40
• Notes: Sing this as Psalm 13

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