The Myrrh of Life

O Jesus, wishing to show Thy surpassing humility unto all, Thou who art food to the hungry hast eaten in the house of Simon.

O Jesus, life-giving bread, Thou hast eaten with Simon the Pharisee, that the harlot might gain Thy grace that is beyond all price, by pouring out the ointment on Thy head.

‘My hands are filthy and I have a harlot’s lips; my life is impure and my body corrupt; but release and forgive me’, cried the harlot to Christ.

The woman drew near to Thee, O Saviour, and poured ou the sweet-smelling ointment on Thy feet; and she received the sweet fragrance of forgiveness.

‘Rich in sweet scents, yet poor in virtues, I offer Thee what I have: grant me in return what Thou hast, and release and forgive me’, cried the harlot to Christ.

‘My oil of myrrh is corruptible, Thine is the myrrh of life, for Thy Name is myrrh poured out upon the worthy. But release and forgive me’, cried the harlot to Christ.
Canticle Nine by St Andrew of Crete, Great Compline, Tuesday of Holy Week. The Lenten Triodion

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