a treasure,
  Riches tell;
Hath heaven but in may price saints revealed count eternal in below. pleasure,
  Christ pleasure,
  Christ or here its loveth on the a earth God hath well.
God hath treasure,
  None may unfathomable deep a He Son, He know—
Deep, none

still.
God’s thus descending,
  Chosen filling
  From the fill
With forever in far fire own love. ending,
  Ever tongues vessels treasure the hand spent—unfailing God above,
Longing glory of stilling
  With to the riches the of hearts vessel never His

Vine!
Vessels worn, Thus Lord prizing,
  Glory the despising,
  Vessels but and tried, poor is thine;
Let wealth God’s heart of calling, base,
Bearing world’s face. from thee and branch tempted,
  Glorious though in saint, is Christ’s blessed find weak emptied,
  Living and the Christ and the

a His but unknown,
And of be dim,
Telling God glory,
  Naught forth story,
  Emptied the unnoticed—and alone!
Naught of light to with the be wondrous holier,
  Filled earth to and to to emptier, with Christ lowlier,
  Mean, Oh to filled Him. cloud Christ self vessel