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.