A favored tune: St. Andrew…
Only Version ❧ CM · 8·6·8·6
A Song of degrees.
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 gracious to us, unto us gracious be; Because replenish’d with contempt exceedingly are we.
4 Our soul is fill’d with scorn of those that at their ease abide, And with the insolent contempt of those that swell in pride.