1 O thou that dwellest in the heav'ns,I lift mine eyes to thee.
2 Behold, as servants' eyes do looktheir masters' hand to see,As handmaid's eyes her mistress' hand;so do our eyes attendUpon the Lord our God, untilto us he mercy send.
3 O Lord, be gracious to us,unto us gracious be;Because replenish'd with contemptexceedingly are we.
4 Our soul is fill'd with scorn of thosethat at their ease abide,And with the insolent contemptof those that swell in pride.