Now at last the time had comeThis moment had been waitingWith her alabaster jarThe woman came to giveIt was all she had to givePouring out the sweet perfumeDown across His foreheadBut some of them began to fumeWhat this waste was forIt should be spent upon the poorLet her be, it's beautiful to meYou will have the poorThey'll be with you alwaysBut can't you see, you'll not always have MeThe fragrance of her giftWill always be rememberedShe has done all she could doPouring perfume on My bodyShe has prepared Me for the tombThough she never knewThis is what she came to doLet her be, it's beautiful to meAnd you will have the poorThey'll be with you alwaysBut can't you see, you'll not always have MeThe fragrance of her giftWill always be rememberedWhat she has done will never fadeFrom the memory of the GospelWhen it is preached around the worldIt will be spoken ofIn memory of her love
