Keep pouring from thy cruse of oil,
O cupbearer of God.
Stint not thy healing, holy toil,
Pour consecration, love.
Obeying the prophetic word
Like her of Zarephath,
Fear not: forthwith thy courage gird,
Earth's famine thou shalt end.
The chalices of human hearts,
Fill to their very brims
With draft God endlessly imparts—
The abundance of His love.
