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

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

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

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