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

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

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

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