251 gamily PENITENTIAL HYMN, As Mnry knelt, and dropped her tears, So, gracious Lord,. would we; And pour the ointment. of our harts, Our choicest love, on Thee. Oh ! the sweet joys'of penitence! We trust Thee, and adore: We wonder at Thy gracious word, " Arise; and sin no more." Thciu dost'forget our sinful past, non tiikest off thestain; 'Bullied in the ocean of Thy love, — ,Our souls are pure again. We come with sad, confessing lips, .For thy forgiving toinch; And Thou dost thrill us with the words, ; . That we' hate loved+Thee much. , We raise our tearful eyes to Thee, And meet Th,y spklke divjn.k. Where shall • Weloolp,.o , pityin el k Christ! .For tetideittess like Mittel"' We hide:Mir mi4ls 0:6,; '0 Lord • In Thee we seek-our rest; ~ Oh !‘raiSe uwfihotteTty:sabrizatlfeet, 9 1 49 9 . tußs9 ih east ' • kn - . R. a.