1 O thou that in the heav'ns dost dwell,
I lift my eyes to thee;
Ev'n as a servant lifteth his,
his master's hands to see:
2 As handmaids watch their mistress' hand,
some grace for to achieve,
So we behold the Lord our God,
till he doth us forgive.
3 O grant to us compassion, Lord,
and mercy in thy sight,
For we are fill'd and overcome
with hatred and despight.
4 Our minds are fill'd with great rebuke,
the rich and worldly-wise
Do make of us their mocking-stocks,
the proud do us despise.
Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #CXXIII