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

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

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

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