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

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

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

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