We look to You, O God,
enthroned in heav’n above

With anxious, waiting gaze,
The master’s humble slaves
Look to the guiding hand
What is Your next command?

We turn our eyes to You
For mercy and for love.

Have mercy, Adonai
Our soul has had its fill

The proud with mockery
Make our lives misery
They boast and mock and scoff
Refusing to back off

We need Your mercy, Lord,
Our troubled souls to still.

© J Dan  Small