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

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

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

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