1 O thou that dwellest in the heav'ns,
I lift mine eyes to thee.
2 Behold, as servants' eyes do look
their masters' hand to see,

As handmaid's eyes her mistress' hand;
so do our eyes attend
Upon the Lord our God, until
to us he mercy send.

3 O Lord, be gracious unto us,
unto us gracious be;
Because replenished with contempt
exceedingly are we.

4 Our soul is filled with scorn of those
that at their ease abide,
And with the insolent contempt
of those that swell in pride.