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

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

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

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