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

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

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

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