It was Thy mercy that looked down on her
Not to condemn
Thy voice the angry cries did stem
And shamefully they dropped each stone
Thus she did stand - amazed - alone

Thy blood for her could e'en atone
Thy Grace could make her fit for 'Home'
Oh love that sees the erring soul
And gently comes to make it whole

It was Thy mercy that looked on her
And in her bosom hope did stir
For did the master not implore
Go, my child, and sin no more!