Phineas Fletcher (1582–1650)

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.