WERE NOT THE SINFUL MARY'S TEARS.

Were not the sinful Mary's tears

An offering worthy Heaven,

When, o'er the faults of former years,

She wept — and was forgiven?

When, bringing every balmy sweet

Her day of luxury stored,

She o'er her Saviour's hallowed feet

The precious odors poured;—

And wiped them with that golden hair,

Where once the diamond shone;

Tho’ now those gems of grief were there

Which shine for GOD alone!

Were not those sweets, so humbly shed —

That hair — those weeping eyes —

And the sunk heart, that inly bled —

Heaven's noblest sacrifice?

Thou that hast slept in error's sleep,

Oh, would'st thou wake in Heaven,

Like Mary kneel, like Mary weep,

“Love much” and be forgiven!