Women of the Gospels, The - Part 1
The hand that might have drawn aside
The veil, which from unloving sight
Those shrinking forms avails to hide,
With tender care has wrapped it tight.
He would not have the sullied name
Once fondly spoken in a home,
A mark for strangers' righteous blame,
Branded through ever age to come.
And thus we only speak of them
As those on whom His mercies meet, —
" She whom the Lord would not condemn, "
And " She who bathed with tears His feet. "
Trusted to no evangelist,
FirsTheard where sins no more defile,
Read from the Book of Life by Christ,
And consecrated by His smile.
The veil, which from unloving sight
Those shrinking forms avails to hide,
With tender care has wrapped it tight.
He would not have the sullied name
Once fondly spoken in a home,
A mark for strangers' righteous blame,
Branded through ever age to come.
And thus we only speak of them
As those on whom His mercies meet, —
" She whom the Lord would not condemn, "
And " She who bathed with tears His feet. "
Trusted to no evangelist,
FirsTheard where sins no more defile,
Read from the Book of Life by Christ,
And consecrated by His smile.
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