1 O thou that dwellest in the heav'ns, I lift mine eyes to thee. 2 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. 3 O Lord, be gräcious unto us, unto us gracious be; Because replenished with contempt exceedingly are we. 4 Our soul is filled with scorn of those that at their ease abide, And with the insolent contempt of those that swell in pride.