How 'bout we chalk it up to a very busy lady.
Is this it?
By the crowd of worshipers,
Sorry for their sins,
Was a poor wanderer,
Rudely brought in;
Scribes came and Pharisees
Anxious to see
What the meek Nazarene's
Verdict would be.
Chorus
Neither do I condemn thee,
Precious words divine,
From the lips of mercy
Like the sweetest chime.
Wonderful words of Jesus,
Sing them o'er and o'er,
"Neither do I condemn thee,
Go and sin no more."
They told of her wanderings,
Making each flaw,
Spoke of her punishment,
Quoting the law,
Writing upon the ground
Sadly and slow,
But said He unheedingly,
Head bending low.
Chorus
Neither do I condemn thee,
Precious words divine,
From the lips of mercy
Like the sweetest chime.
Wonderful words of Jesus,
Sing them o'er and o'er,
"Neither do I condemn thee,
Go and sin no more."
Spoke He most tenderly,
Pray, woman, pray,
Hast thou no accusers?"
"Nay, Master, nay,"
"Neither do I condemn thee,
Soul, sick and sore;
Go forth, I pardon thee
Go and sin no more.
Chorus
Neither do I condemn thee,
Precious words divine,
From the lips of mercy
Like the sweetest chime.
Wonderful words of Jesus,
Sing them o'er and o'er,
"Neither do I condemn thee,
Go and sin no more."