Humbled, we are of lowly birth
conceived of Divine breath and earth,
cannot entreat our hearts to trust
are destined to return to dust,
but You, El Roi, O God who sees
we, creatures, low with dignity,
for in Your image we were made
in Your likeness on that sixth day.
Virtue, Your Divine eyes demand
though we appear more beast than man.
While we deserve only just wrath
Your grace speaks ever on our behalf.
Hagar's dire plight did not escape
Your piercing gaze, O God who waits.
Nor will our daily cares elude
He who works all things for our good.
Two kinds apart in majesty
yet bound togeth'r in mystery
expressed most fully in Christ who
changed the old man into the new;
who obeyed the Father's will while
among us sinners came to dwell
that all with breath on the earth must
adore the great God who sees us.
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