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

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

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

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