One cup of healing oil and wine,

One tear-drop shed on mercy’s shrine,

Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to Thee,

Than lifted eye or bended knee.

In true and genuine faith we trace

The source of every Christian grace;

Within the pious heart it plays,

A living fount of joy and praise.

Kind deeds of peace and love betray

Where’er the stream has found its way;

But where these spring not rich and fair,

The stream has never wandered there.