Prepare Ye Vessels

From out the rock the waters flow and sing.They give and give, a pure and endless stream,Supply in such abundance it would seemBeyond our present thought of reckoning.How frail, how small, the cup to which we cling!We brought but one. Enough—in our esteem.Yet he who would much more receive will deemIt wise to be prepared—more vessels bring.

Dear Lord! With sanguine hands outstretched, we holdOur tiny cup for blessings from on high;Then stand abashed—so unprepared are we.Our prayer is that Thy tenderness enfold;Forgive the lack until we can supply,And offer, greater receptivity.

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