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

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

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

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