Drop, drop, slow tears,
and bathe those beauteous feet,
which brought from heaven the news
and Prince of Peace.

Cease not, wet eyes,
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.

– Phineas Fletcher (1582-1650)

– A Good Friday hymn.

– While not exactly a prayer this is a prayerful reflection on the Cross!