In the midst of the noise and the happy occasion
There was just one kneeling there in adoration
Tears softly flowed as the ointment she poured
On his head, on his feet, of her Savior and Lord

She hath done what she could, and the work it is good
Precious oil, pure and sweet, she hath poured at my feet
For my death she prepared, in my sorrow she shared
She hath done, she hath done what she could

There were some that would scorn, they would try to give her blame
He spoke the word, she had come to praise his name
Her worship went on as the fragrance filled the air
And the glory of God filled the hearts of each one there

So dear saint, as you walk with this wicked world about
Sin crowding in, many voices screaming out
Be not dismayed, keep your eyes upon the Lord
Let your life, pure and clean, praise our God in heaven adored

She hath done what she could, and the work it is good
Precious oil, pure and sweet, she hath poured at my feet
For my death she prepared, in my sorrow she shared
She hath done, she hath done what she could