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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
Written by: Orlando Gibbons
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