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

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

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

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