Psalm 123

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To you, O King, I lift my eyes,
To you enthroned above the skies.
As slaves eyes watch their master’s hand,
Or maids besides their mistress stand,
To God, our Lord, our eyes we raise
Until his mercy he displays.

O Lord of grace, your mercy show,
Yes, let us your good favour know.
We’ve had our fill of mocking cries
Which constantly against us rise.
The proud have sought to ridicule,
The arrogant have been so cruel.