Psalm 123

Dewey Westra, 1931; rev.

1. To Thee, O LORD who dwellest in the height,
   My eyes look up for light.
   Lo, as the eyes of servants, when neglected,
   Are to their lord directed,
   And as a maiden’s glance for favor lingers
   Upon her mistress’ fingers,
   Thus, too, our eyes look to our Master’s face
   Till He provide us grace.
   
2. O LORD, our God, grant us Thy grace again,
   Grant us Thy grace again,
   For, lo, our ears are full of man’s derision
   At our estranged condition;
   Our soul is sated with the scorn and chiding
   Of those at ease abiding,
   And of the proud who in their vanity
   Regard us haughtily.