Phineas Fletcher

A Litany

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.

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