MARY OF BETHANY.
"She hath done what she could."
SHE came alone, that noble one, nor thought what might betide,
Alone she stood, how beautiful, there by her Saviour's side;
She trusts her faith is strong in Him—His form I may not dare
To speak in tones, to paint in words, a picture half as fir:
Yet I, alas! my pen may take to utter or reveal,
Emotions such as move my heart, such as to-day I feel;
The scene surpasses human skill, that I a sketch might make
Of her who brought and gave her all, her all for Jesus' sake!
Alone she stood, how beautiful, there by her Saviour's side;
She trusts her faith is strong in Him—His form I may not dare
To speak in tones, to paint in words, a picture half as fir:
Yet I, alas! my pen may take to utter or reveal,
Emotions such as move my heart, such as to-day I feel;
The scene surpasses human skill, that I a sketch might make
Of her who brought and gave her all, her all for Jesus' sake!
In Bethany, fair Bethany, where lovely streamlets wind,
With His disciples at the board the Saviour there reclined,
In Simeon's house, upon a couch, when Mary to him came;
This deed of kindness won for her a never-dying fame;
Her piety and zeal He blest, she brought Him all her store,
With His disciples at the board the Saviour there reclined,
In Simeon's house, upon a couch, when Mary to him came;
This deed of kindness won for her a never-dying fame;
Her piety and zeal He blest, she brought Him all her store,
