PSALM XL. BRADY and TATE's Version

1 I Waited meekly for the Lord, 'till he vouchsaf'd 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 founder'd deep in miry Clay; On solid Ground he plac'd my Feet, and suffer'd 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, in Hopes of like Deliv'rance raise.

9 In full Assemblies I have told thy Truth and Righteousness at large: Nor did, thou know'st, my Lips withhold from utt'ring what thou gav'st in charge:

10 Nor kept within my Breast confin'd thy faithfulness, and saving Grace; But preach'd thy Love, for all design'd, that all might That and Truth embrace.

11 Then let those Mercies I declar'd to others, Lord, extend to me; Thy Loving-kindness my Reward, thy Truth my safe Protection be.