Psalm CXXIII

Lord, in my lowest state
To thee I lift mine eye;
Whose glorious dwelling is above,
Even in the heavens high.

As servants eyes do look
Unto their Master's hands;
And as a maiden doth expect
Her Mistresses Commands.
So on the Lord our God
Our eyes do still attend;
Until to our relief and help
His mercy condescend.

Have mercy on us, Lord,
On us thy mercy show;
For we are filled with contempt,
From the insulting foe.

Our souls fill'd with the scorn
Of those that are at ease;
Are overwhelm'd with the contempt
Of the proud foes of peace.