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

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

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

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