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Thomas Campion

The first Booke of Ayres



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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