"And being in Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, as He sat at meat, there came a woman
having an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious; and she broke the box and poured
it on His head…. And Jesus said, Let her alone;… She hath done what she could:she is come
aforehand to anoint My body to the burying" (Mark 14:3,6,8).

I lift my heart to Thee, Saviour divine!
For Thou art all to me, and I am Thine.
Is there on earth a closer bond than this,
That "my Beloved’s mine, and I am His!"

To Thee, once bleeding Lamb, I all things owe,
All that I have, and am, and all I know!
All that I have is now no longer mine,
And I am not mine own:Lord, I am Thine!

How can I, Lord, withhold life’s brightest hour
From Thee, or gathered gold, or any power?
Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee,
When Thou hast given Thyself, Thy life for me?

I pray Thee, Saviour, keep me in Thy love,
Till Thou shalt come, or sleep shall me remove
To that fair realm where sin and sorrow o’er,
Thou and Thine own are one for evermore!

(By C. E. Mudie in Hymns of Grace and Truth.)