Date: Friday, April 7
Contributor: Karla Cole
Out of my soules deapth to thee my cryes have sounded :
Let thine eares my plaints receiue, on iust feare grounded.
Lord, should'st thou weigh our faults, who's not confounded?
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.
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.
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.
--Thomas Campion (1567-1620)