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

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

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

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