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

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

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

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