By the Crowd of Worshippers

By the crowd of worshippers, sorry for their sins, Was a poor wanderer, rudely brought in. Scribes came and Pharisees, anxious to see. What the meek Nazarenes' verdict would be.

They told of her wanderings, making each flaw Spoke of her punishment, quoting the Law Writing upon the ground, sadly and slow But said he unheedingly, head bending low

Still cried the Pharisees, " Pray, Master, pray What shall we do with her, what doth thou say?" Then said he rebukingly, " Let the first stone Come from the sinless hands, hence and alone."

Cheeks flushing with the shame, turning about And from his presence walking slowly out Then saw him standing there, head bending low He who the world despised, bade her sin no more.

Spoke he most tenderly, 'pray woman, pray Hast thou no accusers?" " Nay, Master, nay" " Neither do I condemn thee, soul sick and sore Go forth, I pardon thee, go and sin no more.'

Neither do I condemn thee, precious words divine From the lips of mercy, like sweetest chimes Wonderful words of Jesus, sing them o'er and o'er Neither do I condemn thee, go and sin no more.