Lyrics or Keywords
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.
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Composer
Tom Wallace
Lyricist
Phineas Fletcher
Tags
Tradition(s)
Christianity
Language(s)
English
Musicality
Instrumentation
A Cappella
Voicing
SATB
Rote
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Solo
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Music
Copy type
photocopy