Mary's love was deep, enduring,
She would send it down
Through the centuries, that she loved Him,
Who her love did own.

So she pours her precious ointment
On His blessed feet,
E'en the richest she possesses,
She esteems it meet.„

All the sweetness of her service
Spreads its perfume through
Age on age, until it reaches
Us, who love Him too.

H. McD