08 November 2013
Drop, Drop, Slow Tears
Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet,
which brought from heaven 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.
Words: Phineas Fletcher (1582-1650)
Music: Song 46, in G. Wither's The Hymnes and Songs of the Church (London, 1623), by Orlando Gibbons (1583-1625)