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

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

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

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