DROP, drop, slow tears, 
   And bathe those beauteous feet 
Which brought from Heaven 
   The news and Prince of Peace: 
Cease not, wet eyes, 
   His mercy 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.