My Savior's wound met on the cross inflicted by my sin
Became the stripes whose healing power secreted life within
The balm embracing the contrite heart is scarce met in the world
Of the grains of sand found in the sea,
Only from the wound comes forth the pearl
He came not for the whole in heart but for those who are ill
Through broken sinners touched by grace is ministry fulfilled
Those mended share in the mending art–a rare trade in the world
Of the grains of sand found in the sea,
Only from the wound comes forth the pearl
Through His great love the wound of Christ a prison thus became
At home imprisoned in his wound I'd ever thus remain
To death conformed is a sacred lot, though foreign to the world
Of the grains of sand found in the sea,
Only from the wound comes forth the pearl
To know Christ's resurrection power and suffering's fellowship
Supply abundant is required; by Spirit so equipped
No mortal frame can crucify the self, sin, nor the world
Of the grains of sand found in the sea,
Only from the wound comes forth the pearl
Jerusalem has an entry port unknown among this world
Of the grains of sand found in the sea,
Only from the wound comes forth the pearl
