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. |