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

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

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

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