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.