Is Thy Cruse of Comfort Failing?

Verse 1:
Is thy cruse of comfort failing?
Rise and share it with a friend,
And thro’ all the years of famine
It shall serve thee to the end.
Love divine will fill the storehouse,
Or thy handful still renew;
Scanty fare for one will often
Make a royal feast for two;
Scanty fare for one will often
Make a royal feast for two.

Verse 2:
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.
Is thy burden hard and heavy?
Do thy steps drag wearily?
Help to lift thy brother’s burden,
God will bear both it and thee.
Help to lift thy brother’s burden,
God will bear both it and thee.

Verse 3:
Lost and weary on the mountains,
Wouldst thou sleep amidst the snow?
Chafe that frozen form beside thee,
And together both shall glow.
Art thou wounded in life’s battle?
Many stricken round thee moan;
Give to them thy precious ointment,
And that balm shall heal thine own.
Give to them thy precious ointment,
And that balm shall heal thine own.

Verse 4:
Is thy heart a well left empty?
None but God its void can fill;
Nothing but a ceaseless fountain
Can its ceaseless longings still.
Is thy heart a living power?
Self-entwined, its strength sinks low;
It can only live by loving,
And by serving, love will grow;
It can only live by living,
And by serving, love will grow.

Mrs.E.R. Charles, arr./Ira D. Sankey

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