IN LOST JERUSALEM
Beholdthe Pharisees, proud, rich, and damned,Boasting themselves in lost Jerusalem,Gathered a weeping woman to condemn,Then watching curiously, without a soundThe God of Mercy, writing on the ground.How looked his sunburned face beneath the sunFlushed with his Father’s mighty angel-wine?God make us all divine.
Beholdthe Pharisees, proud, rich, and damned,Boasting themselves in lost Jerusalem,Gathered a weeping woman to condemn,Then watching curiously, without a soundThe God of Mercy, writing on the ground.How looked his sunburned face beneath the sunFlushed with his Father’s mighty angel-wine?God make us all divine.
Beholdthe Pharisees, proud, rich, and damned,
Boasting themselves in lost Jerusalem,
Gathered a weeping woman to condemn,
Then watching curiously, without a sound
The God of Mercy, writing on the ground.
How looked his sunburned face beneath the sun
Flushed with his Father’s mighty angel-wine?
God make us all divine.