Is Thy Cruse of Comfort Wasting?

 

VERSE 1

Is thy cruse of comfort wasting?

Rise, and with thy brother share.

And through all the years of famine

On its bounty ye shall fare.

 

VERSE 2

Love divine will fill thy storehouse,

Or thy handful still renew;

Scanty fare for one will often

Make a royal feast for two.

 

VERSE 3

For the heart grows rich in giving;

All its wealth is living grain;

Seeds, which mildew in the garner,

Scattered, fill with gold the plain.

 

VERSE 4

Is thy burden hard and heavy,

Do thy steps drag wearily?

Help to bear thy brother’s burden;

God will bear both it and thee.

 

VERSE 5

Numb and weary on the mountains,

Wouldst thou sleep amidst the snow?

Chafe the frozen form beside thee,

And together both shall grow.

 

VERSE 6

Art thou stricken in life’s battle?

Many wounded round thee moan;

Lavish on their wounds thy balsams

And that balm shall heal thine own.

 

VERSE 7

Is the heart a well left empty?

None but God its void can fill;

Nothing but a ceaseless fountain

Can its ceaseless longings still.

 

VERSE 8

Is the heart a living power?

Self entwined, its strength sinks low;

It can only live in loving,

And by serving love will grow.

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