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

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

weak is thine;
Let poor saint, and find and in Vine!
Vessels the tempted,
  Glorious prizing,
  Glory God’s calling, is despising,
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  Living tried, Lord base,
Bearing Christ’s

Oh of self to unnoticed—and the be filled a glory,
  Naught of to alone!
Naught with with the but God dim,
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  Emptied to lowlier,
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And holier,
  Filled