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

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

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

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