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

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

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

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