I thought you might like to read this hymn as you contemplate who God is to you.
Finally, let your heart ponder the words of this beautiful hymn, translated from German to English by Emma Bevan:
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.
Christ, the Light that fills the heavens, shining forth on earth beneath,
Through His Spirit freely given, Light of life 'midst shades of death;
Down from heaven's unclouded glory God Himself the treasure brought,
Closing thus His love's sweet story with His sweetest, deepest thought.
God in tongues of fire descending, chosen vessels thus to fill
With the treasure never ending, ever spent-unfailing still.
Still unwasted, undiminished, though the days of dearth wear on,
Store eternally unfinished, fresh, as if but now begun.
Earthen vessels, marred, unsightly, but the treasure as of old,
Fresh from glory, gleaming brightly, heaven's undimmed, unchanging gold.
God's own hand the vessel filling from the glory far above,
Longing hearts forever stilling with those riches of His love.
Thus, through earthen vessels only, shining forth in ceaseless grace,
Reaching weary hearts and lonely, beams the light in Jesus' face.
Vessels worthless, broken, bearing through the hungry ages on,
Riches given with hand unsparing, God's great gift, His precious Son.
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 blessèd 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.
Words: "P. S.," translated from German to English by Emma F. Bevan (1827-1909).
Music: "Gloaming," old ballad melody (MIDI, score).
Found on http://www.cyberhymnal.org
"And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or farms for My name's sake, will receive many times as much, and will inherit eternal life" (Matthew 19:29).
Col 2:1 For I want you to know how great a struggle I have on your behalf and for those who are at Laodicea, and for all those who have not personally seen my face,
Col 2:2 that their hearts may be encouraged, having been knit together in love, and attaining to all the wealth that comes from the full assurance of understanding, resulting in a true knowledge of God's mystery, that is, Christ Himself,
Col 2:3 in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.
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