|  1 | Earthen vessel I was made, | 
|   | Christ in me the treasure laid; | 
|   | His container I must be, | 
|   | As the content He in me. | 
|  2 | In His image I was made, | 
|   | Fit that Christ should all pervade; | 
|   | Thus the vessel God did form | 
|   | With the content uniform. | 
|  3 | In my spirit He remains, | 
|   | With His power He sustains; | 
|   | As the Spirit one with me, | 
|   | He is my reality. | 
|  4 | Moving in me day by day, | 
|   | Mingling with me all the way, | 
|   | All my steps He regulates, | 
|   | Every part He saturates. | 
|  5 | Him expressing from within, | 
|   | Making Him to others seen, | 
|   | I transparent have to be | 
|   | That He may be shown thru me. | 
|  6 | Transformation is my need, | 
|   | To be broken more indeed, | 
|   | That the clay may change in form, | 
|   | To the treasure to conform. |