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

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

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

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