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

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

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

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