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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