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

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

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

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