| 1. | 1 To you I lift my eyes, O LORD You are in heav'n enthroned. 2 As servants watch their master's hand, Or as a maid's eyes wait Her mistress' hand to see, |
| 2. | So our eyes, waiting, now attend Upon the LORD our God, Until He gracious be to us. 3 Be gracious to us, LORD. Be gracious unto us. |
| 3. | For we are sated with contempt 4 Our soul is surfeited With all the scoffing insolence Of those who live at ease, And with the proud's contempt. |
Tune: Christmas 86.866
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