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

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

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

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