O thou that dwellest in the heav'ns,
I lift mine eyes to thee.
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.

O Lord, be gracious to us,
unto us gracious be;
Because replenish'd with contempt
exceedingly are we.

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