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

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

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

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