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

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

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

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