1 She hath done what she could, and the lovely perfume
So meekly poured out at his feet
Is lingering still, till it fills the whole world
With fragrance enduring and sweet.
“She hath done what she could,”
“She hath done what she could;”
How precious these words of the Lord!
Unending the honor the Master conferred,
And royal the praise of his word.
2 She hath done what she could, all unheeding the scorn
Of those who her act would deride;
But precious the blessing the Master bestows,
And happy her place at his side. [Refrain]
3 She hath done what she could, for she gave not alone
The ointment, tho’ costly and rare,
Her heart’s adoration, the wealth of its love,
Flowed freely and measureless there. [Refrain]
4 Let us do what we can; we can bring him our hearts,
Our best, willing service today;
Then Mary’s sweet blessing will also be ours,
And his be the glory for aye. [Refrain]
Source: Joyful Sound: a collection of new hymns and music with familiar selections #6