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

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

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

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