Blessing, and honour, and glory, always.
PENITENCE AND LOVE
I
Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul,
And with my grief would shame my sin away;
But tears no virtue have to make me whole,
Nor sorrow power to end sin’s hateful sway.
II
But yet the heart in sore distress that sighs,
Looks to the Christ His succour to impart;