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

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

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

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