MARY OF BETHANY.
187.
The box of alabaster sweet, with pure affection, brake,
And meekly lavished there her all, her all for Jesus' sake.
And meekly lavished there her all, her all for Jesus' sake.
"To what great purpose is this waste?" with wonder and with scorn
Did they rebuke this sacrifice, yet she in love kept on;
The world had no attraction now, she steadfast homage paid,
His overpowering influence she joyfully obeyed;
This influence would that I could feel, this influence divine,
Would that my stubborn heart, to-day, might all to Him resign,
That a memorial the poor, of me some time might might make,
And say, "She nobly gave her all, her all for Jesus' sake."
Did they rebuke this sacrifice, yet she in love kept on;
The world had no attraction now, she steadfast homage paid,
His overpowering influence she joyfully obeyed;
This influence would that I could feel, this influence divine,
Would that my stubborn heart, to-day, might all to Him resign,
That a memorial the poor, of me some time might might make,
And say, "She nobly gave her all, her all for Jesus' sake."
