The fragrance of Christ
2Co 2:14-17; Mt 26:6-16; Mk 14:1-11; Lk 7:36-50; Jn 12:1-8; 1Pe 2:6-8
Captives led off in Christ’s triumph
Manifest His pure fragrance:
Death to dying, life to living,
They spread Him in every place.
Mary, one who thus was captured,
Brought her heart stored in a jar;
She poured out her all on Jesus
Till His fragrance filled the air.
“Does he not know she’s a sinner?”
Thought self-righteous Pharisee.
He, forgiven only little,
Could but love little only.
Thus the fragrance of the Saviour
Was to him a killing smell;
He, so leprous, yet so blinded,
Of God’s mercies could not tell.
His disciples were indignant
At such flagrant waste outpoured.
They, in clouds of dark religion,
Undervalued their own Lord.
Thus the fragrance of the Treasure
Was a deadening odour
To His own who disesteemed Him,
Counting pious works worth more.
Judas, filled with selfish interest,
Was embittered and incensed
Finding, to the disobedient,
Christ to be “rock of offence.”
Thus the chosen Stone’s fresh fragrance
Was a stench of death to him;
On the Cornerstone he stumbled
Unto death, thus perishing.
Mary, many sins forgiven,
Counted Him of priceless worth
To whom, God’s Chosen and Precious,
All her love she could pour forth.
Thus the scent of Him who loved her
Was the sweet fragrance of life.
To them only who most love Him
Is His savour life to life.