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

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

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

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