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

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

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

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