A Litany

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 eyes see sin,
But through my tears.

Phineas Fletcher. 1580–1650