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

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

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

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