Orlando Gibbons - Drop, drop, slow tears a 5 - текст песни (слова)

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