By A Collection of Hymns

      7s. Psalm cxxiii.
      1 UNTO thee I lift my eyes,
      Thou that dwellest in the skies:
      At thy throne I meekly bow,
      Thou canst save, and only thou.

      2 As a servant marks his lord,
      As a maid her mistress' word,
      So I watch and wait on thee,
      Till thy mercy visit me.

      3 Let thy face upon me shine,
      Tell me, Lord, that thou art mine;
      Poor and little though I be,
      I have all in having thee.