OXFORD, Owen Rees Drop down, ye heavens, from above

Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness
Comfort ye, comfort ye my people my salvation shall not tarry
I have blotted out as a thick cloud thy transgressions
Fear not, for I will save thee
For I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Redeemer
Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness