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

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

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

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