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!