Emma Bevan · Hymns · Poetry

God in Heaven Hath a Treasure

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 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… Continue reading God in Heaven Hath a Treasure