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

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

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

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