HE THAT SCATTERETH INCREASETH

IS thy cruse of comfort failing?

Rise and share it with another,

And through all the years of famine

It shall serve thee and thy brother.

Love Divine will fill thy storehouse,

Or thy handful still renew;

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.

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.

Numb and weary on the mountains,

Wouldst thou sleep amid the snow?

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.

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 in loving.

And by serving love will grow.

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