How freely he'll forgive.
4Return, O wanderer, now return,
And wipe the falling tear;
Thy Father calls--no longer mourn;
'T is love invites thee near.
273. C. M. Moore.
"Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much."
1Were not the sinful Mary's tears
An offering worthy heaven,
When, o'er the faults of former years,