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

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

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

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