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 shower’d on
His feet,
As the wealth of her perfume she shower’d 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.
