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

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

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

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