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AN HYMNE.
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 intreat;
Which brought from heav'n the news and Prince of peace:
Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to intreat;
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To crie for vengeance sinne doth never cease:
In your deep flouds drown all my faults and fears;
Nor let his eye see sinne, but through my tears.
In your deep flouds drown all my faults and fears;
Nor let his eye see sinne, but through my tears.
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