1 O Lord that heaven dost possesse,
I lift mine eyes to thee:
Even as a servant lifteth his,
his masters hands to see.
2 As handmaids watch their mistris hands
some grace for to achieve:
So we behold the Lord our God,
till he do us forgive.

3 Lord grant to us compassion,
and mercy in thy sight:
For we are fil,d and overcome
with hatred and despight.
4 Our minds be stuft with great rebuke,
the rich and worldly-wise
Do make of us their mocking stocks,
the proud do us despise.