1 O Thou that in the heav'ns dost dwell,
I lift my eyes to thee;
E'en as a servant lifteth his,
his master's hands to see:

2 As handmaids watch their mistress' hand,
some grace for to achieve,
So we behold the Lord our God,
till he doth us forgive.

3 O grant to us compassion, Lord,
and mercy in thy sight,
For we are filled and overcome
with hatred and despite.

4 Our minds are filled with great rebuke,
the rich and worldly wise
Do make of us their mocking stocks,
the proud do us despise.