1 O Thou who in the heavn's dost dwell,
I lift mine eyes to Thee.
2 Behold, as servants eyes intent
their masters hand to see;
As maids eyes to their mistress hand;
to Thee our eyes are so;
To Thee the LORD our God, till Thou
wilt mercy on us show.
3 O LORD, be merciful to us,
to us, O gracious be!
For filled with contempt and scorn
exceedingly are we.
4 Our souls are fill'd exceedingly
with scoffs of men at ease;
And with the scorns of proud men who
from scoffing never cease.