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

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

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

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