First Line: Is thy cruse of comfort failing,

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

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.

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.

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.