Psalm 123

O thou whose grace and justice reign

Enthron'd above the skies,

To thee our hearts would tell their pain,

To thee we lift our eyes.

As Servants watch their master's hand,

And fear the angry stroke;

Or maids before their mistress stand,

And wait a peaceful look;

So for our sins we justly feel

Thy discipline, O God;

Yet wait the gracious moment still,

Till thou remove thy rod.

Those that in wealth and pleasure live

Our daily groans deride,

And thy delays of mercy give

Fresh courage to their pride.

Our foes insult us, but our hope

In thy compassion lies;

This thought shall bear our spirits up,

That God will not despise.