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

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

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

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