Drop, Drop Slow Tears


 
Drop, drop slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet, 
      which brought from heav'n the news and Prince of Peace.
Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to entreat;
      to cry for vengeance Sin doth never cease.
In your deep floods drown all my faults and fears; 
      nor let his eye see sin, but through my tears.