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![1]