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.
More verses by Phineas Fletcher
- The Divine Lover
- The Purple Island
- The Apollyonists - Canto 1
- The Dying Husband's Farewell
- Instability Of Human Greatness