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

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

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

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