An Hymne (originally published in Poetical Miscellanies, 1633)
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 intreat;
To crie for vengeance
sinne doth never cease:
In your deep floods
drown all my faults and fears;
Nor let His eye
see sinne, but through my tears.
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