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

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

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

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