1 Out of my soules depth to thee my cryes haue sounded,
Let thine eares my plaints receiue on iust fears grounded:
Lord should'st thou weigh our faults, who's not confounded ?
2 But with grace thou censur'st thine when they haue erred,
Therefore shall thy blessed name be lou'd and feared,
Eu'n to thy throne my thoughts and eyes are reared.
3 Thee alone my hopes attend, on thee relying;
In thy sacred word I'le trust, to thee fast flying
Long ere the Watch shall breake, the morne descrying.
4 In the mercies of our God who liue secured,
May of full redemption rest in him assured,
Their sinne-sicke soules by him shall be recured.
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