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.
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.