GOD IN HEAVEN HATH A TREASURE
1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
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