In the sea and in the mountains,

Deep beneath the waves,

There are jewels, costly, precious,

Hidden in the caves.

In the depths the charcoal changeth

Into diamonds bright,

Flashing forth a wealth of beauty

When it comes to light.

In the lapidary’s sanctum,

Dull, dark stones are found

Which oft flush and blush in splendor

When they’re split and ground;

So in earth, amid the blackness

Of man’s awful sin,

There are gems of God to polish,

Souls to save and win.

Amethyst and gleaming topaz,

Not alike to view,

But in God’s own crown of jewels

Will be every hue.

Sorrow’s wheel is grinding roughly,

Crystallizing tears,

But the pressure is refining

Through the long, sad years.

In the flame and in the furnace

Wondrous changes wrought,

In the presence of the Saviour

Jewels long, long sought.

They’ll be His, and His forever,

Set in bright array,

Glorified and made resplendent

In the crowning day.