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

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

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

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