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Over the face of Simon swept
An air of puzzled surprise;
Can my guest a holy prophet be,
And not this woman despise?
An air of puzzled surprise;
Can my guest a holy prophet be,
And not this woman despise?
Christ saw the thoughts that Simon's heart
Had written upon his face,
Kindly turned to the sinful one
In her sorrow and disgrace.
Had written upon his face,
Kindly turned to the sinful one
In her sorrow and disgrace.
Where Simon only saw the stains,
Where sin and shame were rife,
Christ looked beneath and saw the germs
Of a fair, outflowering life.
Where sin and shame were rife,
Christ looked beneath and saw the germs
Of a fair, outflowering life.
Like one who breaks a galling chain,
And sets a prisoner free,
He rent her fetters with the words,
"Thy sins are forgiven thee."
And sets a prisoner free,
He rent her fetters with the words,
"Thy sins are forgiven thee."
God be praised for the gracious words
Which came through that woman's touch
That souls redeemed thro' God's dear Son
May learn to love him so much;
Which came through that woman's touch
That souls redeemed thro' God's dear Son
May learn to love him so much;
That souls once red with guilt and crime
May their crimson stains outgrow;
The scarlet spots upon their lives
Become whiter than driven snow.
May their crimson stains outgrow;
The scarlet spots upon their lives
Become whiter than driven snow.
