Out of my soul's depth to Thee my cries have sounded

Out of my soul's depth to Thee my cries have sounded:
Let Thine ears my plaints receive, on just fear grounded.
Lord, shouldst Thou weigh our faults, who's not confounded?

But with grace Thou censurest Thine when they have erred,
Therefore shall Thy blessed Name be loved and feared.
Even to Thy throne my thoughts and eyes are reared.

Thee alone my hopes attend, on Thee relying;
In Thy sacred word I'll trust, to Thee fast flying,
Long ere the watch shall break, the morn descrying.

In the mercies of our God who live secured,
May of full redemption rest in Him assured;
Their sin-sick souls by Him shall be recured.