A Sinner Forgiven

To the hall of the feast came the sin­ful and fair;

She heard in the ci­ty that Je­sus was there;

Unheeding the splen­dor that blazed on the board

She si­lent­ly knelt at the feet of the Lord

She silent­ly knelt at the feet of the Lord.

The frown and the mur­mur went round thro’ them all

That one so un­hal­lowed should tread in that hall;

And some said the poor would be ob­jects more meet

As the wealth of her per­fume she show­ered on His feet

As the wealth of her per­fume she show­ered on His feet.

She heard but the Sav­ior; she spoke but with sighs;

She dared not look up to the heav­en of His eyes;

And hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast

As her lips to His san­dals were throb­bingly pressed;

As her lips to His san­dals were throbbingly pressed.

In the sky

af­ter tem­pest

as shin­eth the bow

In glance of the sun­shine

as melt­eth the snow

He looked on that lost one: her sins were for­giv’n

And the sin­ner went forth in the beau­ty of Heav’n;

And the sin­ner went forth in the beau­ty of Heav’n.