She began to wet His feet with her tears.
Luke 7:38
Words: Phineas Fletcher, Poetical Miscellanies 1633.
Music: Song 46 (Gibbons) Orlando Gibbons, 1623 (🔊 
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Drop, drop, slow tears,
And bathe those beauteous feet,
Which brought from Heav’n
The news and Prince of Peace.
Cease not, wet tears,
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.