William D. Thompson - Drop, slow tears - текст песни (слова)

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.