by gospelsinger97 » Wed Jan 05, 2011 10:00 pm
I have the words like this:
NEITHER DO I CONDEMN THEE
As Sang by Jessie Enloe, 1960's
1. By the proud worshipers, scorned for her sin,
Was the poor wanderer rudely brought in;
Scribes came and Pharisees, eager to see,
What the meet Nazarene's verdict would be.
Chorus:
"Neither do I condemn thee," Precious words divine,
Falling from the lips of Mercy, like the sweetest chime;
Wonderful words of mercy, sing them o'er & o'er,
"Neither do I condemn thee, go and sin no more."
2. Told of her wanderings, Making each flaw,
Spoke they of punishment, Quoting the law,
But sat He unheedingly, Head bending low,
Writing upon the ground, Sadly and slow.
3. Still cried the Pharisees, pray, Master, pray,
What shall we do with her, what doest thou say?
Sat He unheedingly, head bending low,
Writing upon the ground, sadly and slow.
4. Cheek flushing red with shame, turned each about,
And from His presence went, silently out;
Then saw He standing there, head bending low,
Her whom the world despised, saw her tears flow.
5. Spake He so tenderly, "pray, woman, pray,
Hast thou accusers, none," 'Nay, Master, Nay;'
"Neither do I condemn thee, soul sick and sore,
Go, for I pardon thee, Go and sin no more."
The words to verse 2 seem to be mixed up with those from verse 3 but I have mis-placed my book with the words in it. Daniel Whittle did write a song in 1885 with the same title, but the tune is different (per cyberhymnal)
I have the words like this:
NEITHER DO I CONDEMN THEE
As Sang by Jessie Enloe, 1960's
1. By the proud worshipers, scorned for her sin,
Was the poor wanderer rudely brought in;
Scribes came and Pharisees, eager to see,
What the meet Nazarene's verdict would be.
Chorus:
"Neither do I condemn thee," Precious words divine,
Falling from the lips of Mercy, like the sweetest chime;
Wonderful words of mercy, sing them o'er & o'er,
"Neither do I condemn thee, go and sin no more."
2. Told of her wanderings, Making each flaw,
Spoke they of punishment, Quoting the law,
But sat He unheedingly, Head bending low,
Writing upon the ground, Sadly and slow.
3. Still cried the Pharisees, pray, Master, pray,
What shall we do with her, what doest thou say?
Sat He unheedingly, head bending low,
Writing upon the ground, sadly and slow.
4. Cheek flushing red with shame, turned each about,
And from His presence went, silently out;
Then saw He standing there, head bending low,
Her whom the world despised, saw her tears flow.
5. Spake He so tenderly, "pray, woman, pray,
Hast thou accusers, none," 'Nay, Master, Nay;'
"Neither do I condemn thee, soul sick and sore,
Go, for I pardon thee, Go and sin no more."
The words to verse 2 seem to be mixed up with those from verse 3 but I have mis-placed my book with the words in it. Daniel Whittle did write a song in 1885 with the same title, but the tune is different (per cyberhymnal)