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

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

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

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