Lord, Thou as the living oyster

Lord, Thou as the living oyster Left the realm of life and light; Seeking deep in deaths dark waters Precious ones for God’s delight.

But a worthless grain You found me; Base and cruel to pierce Your side. Yet within that wound You held me, Pouring out Thy very life.

Now Thy wound’s redemption keeps me Ever in Thy tender death. Prisoned there, Thy life’s secretion Covers me with preciousness.

Thus a pearl, through death I enter Thine own realm of life and light; Built to be Thy habitation, Thine expression, Thy delight!

Now as gates of pearl we stand here Calling to earth’s corners four, All may enter! All may enter! Worthless grains He will transform!