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

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

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

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