Mine Eyes With Fervency Of Sprite

Mine eyes with fervency of sprite
I do lift up on high
To thee, O Lord, that dwellest in light
Which no man may come nigh

Behold, even as the servant's eyes
Upon their master wait
And as the maid her mistress' hand
With careful eye and straight

The mighty proud men of the world
That seeks us to oppress
Have filled our souls with all contempts
And left us in distress