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

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

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

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