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

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

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

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