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.


Phineas Fletcher (1582-1650)