Christ in me the treasure laid;
His container I must be,
As the content He in me.
Fit that Christ should all pervade;
Thus the vessel God did form
With the content uniform.
With His power He sustains;
As the Spirit one with me,
He is my reality.
Mingling with me all the way,
All my steps He regulates,
Every part He saturates.
Making Him to others seen,
I transparent have to be
That He may be shown thru me.
To be broken more indeed,
That the clay may change in form,
To the treasure to conform.