Psalm 123 (Ad te levavi oculos meos)

Unto thee, oppressed, thou greate commander of heaven
Heav'nly good attending, lift I my earthy seeing.
Right as a waiters eye on a graceful master is holden;
As the look of waitresse fix'd on a lady lieth.
Soe with erected face, until! by thy mercy relieved,
O Lord, expecting, beg we thy friendly favour.
Scorn of proud scorners, reproach of mighty reprochers,
Our sp'rites cleane ruined fill with an inly dolor.
Then friend us, favour us, Lord then with mercy relieve us,
Whose scornful! miseries greatly thy mercy needeth.