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THE CRUSE THAT FAILETH NOT.
“It is more blessed to give than to receive.”
Is thy cruse of comfort failing? haste its scanty drops to share,
And through all the years of famine, thou shalt still have drops to spare.
And through all the years of famine, thou shalt still have drops to spare.
Love Divine will fill thy 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!
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.
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 bear thy brother's burden; God will bear both it and thee.
Help to bear thy brother's burden; God will bear both it and thee.
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Numb and weary on the mountains, wouldst thou sleep amidst the snow?
Chafe that frozen form beside thee, and, together, both shall glow.
Chafe that frozen form beside thee, and, together, both shall glow.
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.
Lavish on their wounds thy balsams, and that balm shall heal thine own.
Is the heart a well left empty? None but God its void can fill;
Nothing but a ceaseless fountain can its ceaseless longings still.
Nothing but a ceaseless fountain can its ceaseless longings still.
Is the heart a living power? Self-entwined, its strength sinks low;
It can only live in loving, and by serving love will grow.
It can only live in loving, and by serving love will grow.
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