Her accusers gathered around Him,
And pointed at her in scorn.
Her head was bowed with its weight of sin;
With shame her heart was torn.
The Saviour stooped and wrote in the sand,
“Let the first man cast a stone—
That is without sin.” He raised His eyes;
The woman stood there alone.
In pity He saw her standing there;
Then He spoke in accents low,
“Are there none left to condemn thee?”
“None, Lord.” How her tears did flow!
Those wonderful words of Jesus,
We have heard them o’er and o’er;
“Neither do I condemn thee,
Go, child, and sin no more.”