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 tears,

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.