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

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

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

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