One Cup of healing oil and wine

One cup of healing oil and wine,
One offering laid upon mercy�s shrine,
Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to Thee,
Than lifted eye or bended knee.

In true and inward faith we trace
The source of every outward 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.