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

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

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

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