Sunday, June 17, 2012

To Thee, O Lord ...

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.

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

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