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

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

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

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