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)