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O Thou that in the heav'ns dost dwell,
I lift my eyes to thee;
E'en as a servant lifteth his,
his master's hands to see:
As handmaids watch their mistress' hand,
some grace for to achieve,
So we behold the Lord our God,
till he doth us forgive.
O grant to us compassion, Lord,
and mercy in thy sight,
For we are filled and overcome
with hatred and despite.
Our minds are filled with great rebuke,
the rich and worldly wise
Do make of us their mocking stocks,
the proud do us despise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1549,1812
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1812 | # 123 |
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