“A CUP OF COLD WATER”

THE Lord of the Harvest walked forth one day,

Where the fields were white with the ripening wheat,

Where those He had sent in the early morn

Were reaping the grain in the noonday heat.

 He had chosen a place for every one,

And bidden them work till the day was done.

Apart from the others, with troubled voice,

Spake one who had gathered no golden grain:

“The Master hath given no work to me,

And my coming hither hath been in vain;

 The reapers with gladness and song will come,

 But no sheaves will be mine in the harvest home.”

He heard the complaint, and He called her name:

“Dear child, why standest thou idle here?

Go fill the cup from the hillside stream,

And bring it to those who are toiling near;

 I will bless thy labor, and it shall be

Kept in remembrance as done for Me.”

‘Twas a little service, but grateful hearts

Thanked God for the water so cold and clear;

And some who were fainting with thirst and heat.

Went forth with new strength to the work so dear;

And many a weary soul looked up,

Revived and cheered by the little cup.

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