Misc Praise Songs - What love

She ^Ctook her hair and dried her tears That fell upon His ^Gfeet. My! How she loved her Master ^Cso! Her reputation less than pure, but only He could ^Gsee Her ^Gtears were for the day they lay Him low. Then ^Amo'r His head she ^Cheld a vessel ^GFilled with sweet perfume; An e^Amxorbitant price but she ^Cbreaks the box, And its ^Ffragrance fills the ^Groom.

What ^Clo--v^Ge! ^FLove that has no price. Asking ^Cnothing in return, The kind you ^Ggive and don't think twice. What ^Clo--v^Ge! Never ^Fholding one thing back. Such ^Clove that she would give the best she ^Ghad. What ^Clove!

From a ^Cprecious little Baby to a Man of thirty-^Gthree, Down through the years He watched Him ^Cgrow. From a little town called Bethlehem on to Calva^Gry, And ^Gup that lonely hill He watched Him go. What He ^Amfelt inside His ^Cbroken heart ^GGod only knows. When the ^Amhammer struck, the ^CVessel broke Then ^Fcame that precious ^Gflow.

What ^Clo--v^Ge! ^FLove that has no price. Asking ^Cnothing in return, The kind you ^Ggive and don't think twice. What ^Clo--v^Ge! Never ^Fholding one thing back. Such ^Clove that He would give the best He ha^Gd. What ^Clove!

...^CJesus loves me this I know.^F.. ^{C G C}