Luke:7:37-47


37 And, behold, a woman in the city,
which was a sinner,
when she knew that Jesus sat at meat
in the Pharisee's house,
brought an alabaster box of ointment,


38 And stood at his feet behind him weeping,
and began to wash his feet with tears,
and did wipe them with the hairs of her head,
and kissed his feet,
and anointed them with the ointment.


39 Now when the Pharisee
which had bidden him saw it,
he spake within himself,
saying, This man, if he were a prophet,
would have known who and what manner of woman
this is that toucheth him: for she is a sinner.

40 And Jesus answering said unto him, Simon,
I have somewhat to say unto thee.
And he saith, Master, say on.


41 There was a certain creditor
which had two debtors:
the one owed five hundred pence,
and the other fifty.


42 And when they had nothing to pay,
he frankly forgave them both.
Tell me therefore,
which of them will love him most?


43 Simon answered and said,
I suppose that he, to whom he forgave most.
And he said unto him,
Thou hast rightly judged.
44 And he turned to the woman,
and said unto Simon,
Seest thou this woman?


I entered into thine house,
thou gavest me no water for my feet:
but she hath washed my feet with tears,
and wiped them with the hairs of her head.


45 Thou gavest me no kiss:
but this woman since the time I came in
hath not ceased to kiss my feet.

46 My head with oil thou didst not anoint:
but this woman hath anointed my feet
with ointment.


47 Wherefore I say unto thee,
Her sins, which are many, are forgiven;
for she loved much:
but to whom little is forgiven,
the same loveth little.


My Jesus I Love Thee
(Midi)

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.
I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.