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

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

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

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