Scripture Verse

A woman…who was a sinner…brought an alabaster box of ointment…and began to wash His feet with tears, and wiped them with her hair, and kissed His feet, and anointed them with the ointment. Luke 7:37–38


Thomas T. Lynch (1818–1871)

Words: Tho­mas T. Lynch, The Ri­vu­let, third edi­tion, en­larged (Lon­don: Long­mans, Green, Read­er & Dyer, 1868), num­ber 116.

Music: Sweet Hour Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, Gold­en Chain (New York: 1861) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:


Mary Magdalene’s Box of Very Precious Ointment
James Tissot (1836–1902)

Come forth with twice-an­oint­ed feet,
And head that waits a se­cond crown,
Thou art more liv­ing than the love
Of those who gently laid Thee down!
Pain is their life, Thy grave their cross,
They grieve, they sigh, they faint for Thee;
Come forth, and make time’s bit­ter­est loss
The joy of their eter­ni­ty.

Sinner and saint have loved Thee well;
With oint­ment pure and pur­er yet
They have an­oint­ed Thee, Thy feet
With hea­vi­est rain of tears were wet;
The sin­ner wept away her sins,
The saint held cheap her cost­ly gift;
Arise, Thou lov­er of both, and each
To Heav’n and high­er Hea­ven lift.

Crowned but with thorns, Thy ti­mid friends
Who found Thee where to lay Thy head,
From sec­ret in­to op­en love
Arose at once when Thou wert dead;
With blood-an­oint­ed brow come forth,
And wear Thy shin­ing se­cond crown;
Then into gen­tle­ness shall rise
The world that rough­ly cast Thee down.