Psalm 40 J. H.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 I waited long and sought the Lord, and patiently did bear; At length he did to me accord my voice and cry to hear.
2 He brought me from the dreadful pit, out of the mire and clay: Upon a rock he set my feet, and he did guide my way.
3 To me he taught a psalm of praise, which I must shew abroad, And sing new songs of thanks always 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 Blessèd is he whose hope and heart doth in the Lord remain, That with the proud doth take no part, nor such as lies maintain.
6 For, Lord my God, thy wond'rous deeds in greatness far do pass: Thy favor to-wards us exceeds all things that ever was.
7 When I intend and do devise thy works abroad to show, To such a reck'ning they do rise, thereof no end I know.
8 Burnt off'rings thou delight'st not in, I know thy whole desire; With sacrifice to purge his sin, thou dost no man require.
9 Meat offerings and sacrifice thou would'st not have at all; But thou, O Lord, hast open made my ears to hear withal.
10 But then, said I, behold, and look, I come with heart most free; For in the volume of the book Thus it is said of me;
11 That I, O God, should do thy mind which thing doth please me well; For in my heart thy law I find fast placèd there to dwell.
12 Thy righteousness and justice I in great assemblies tell; Behold, my tongue no time doth cease, O Lord, thou knowest well.
The Second Part
13 I have not hid within my breast thy goodness as by stealth; But I declare and have expressed 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, for me withdraw thou not away; But let thy love and verity preserve me night and day.
16 For I with many troubles am encompassèd about My sins so greatly do increase, I cannot spy them out.
17 For why? In number they exceed the hairs upon my head; My heart doth faint for very fear, that I am almost dead.
18 With speed send help, and set me free, O Lord, I thee require; Make haste with aid to succor me, O Lord, at my desire.
19 Confound them with rebuke and shame, that seek my soul to spill; Drive back my foes, and them defame that wish me any ill.
20 For their ill feats do them descry, that would deface my name; Always at me they rail and cry, "Fie on him, fie for shame."
21 Let them in thee have joy and wealth, that seek to thee always; That those that love thy saving health may say, To God be praise!
22 But as for me, I am but poor, oppressed, and brought full 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.