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

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

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

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