"For she loved much..." Luke 7:47
1 When Mary to the Heavenly Guest
Her duteous offering made,
And, faith's allegiance to attest,
Her weeping homage paid;
2 The heavy drops, distinctly traced
On His untended feet,
Soon every stain of toil effaced,
And gave Him welcome meet.
3 She with her veil of folding hair
The broidered woof supplied,
And ministered with gentlest care
The rites His host denied.
4 Then, on that more than regal head,
(Unseen its glory-crown,)
The broken alabaster shed
Its costly incense down.
5 More precious than her Indian nard
The homage it expressed,—
The humblest, holiest regard,
Her contrite tears confessed.
6 So would I bow, ascended King!
And thy forgiveness move.
No worthy tribute can I bring:
Thou wilt the Giver prove.
7 So at thy feet my faith shall live,
By love adoring led;
My heart its broken marble give,
But Thou the perfume shed.
--Mrs. Josiah Conder (nee Joan Elisabeth Thomas)
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