God in heaven hath a treasure

God in heaven hath a treasure

Riches none may count or tell;

Hath a deep eternal pleasure

Christ the Son

He loveth well.

God hath here on earth a treasure

None but He its price may know—

Deep

unfathomable pleasure

Christ revealed in saints below.

God in tongues of fire descending

Chosen vessels thus to fill

With the treasure never ending

Ever spent—unfailing still.

God’s own hand the vessel filling

From the glory far above

Longing hearts forever stilling

With the riches of His love.

Thus though worn

and tried

and tempted

Glorious calling

saint

is thine;

Let the Lord but find thee emptied

Living branch in Christ the Vine!

Vessels of the world’s despising

Vessels weak and poor and base

Bearing wealth God’s heart is prizing

Glory from Christ’s blessed face.

Oh to be but emptier

lowlier

Mean

unnoticed—and unknown

And to God a vessel holier

Filled with Christ and Christ alone!

Naught of earth to cloud the glory

Naught of self the light to dim

Telling forth His wondrous story

Emptied to be filled with Him.