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.