PSALM CXXIII.
pp. 221–2225 passages
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
1 Lord, in my lowest state To thee I lift mine eye; Whose glorious dwelling is above, Even in the heavens high.
1 LOrd, in my lowest state To thee I lift mine eye; Whose glorious dwelling is above, Even in the heavens high.
2 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.
3 Have mercy on us, Lord, On us thy mercy show; For we are filled with contempt, From the insulting foe.
4 Our souls filled with the scorn Of those that are at ease; Are overwhelmed with the contempt Of the proud foes of peace.
4 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.