Laden with guilt and full of fears, I fly to Thee my Lord, And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word The volumes of my Father's grace Does all my griefs assuage Here I behold my Saviour's face In every page
This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown That merchant is divinely wise Who makes the pearl his own Here consecrated waters flow To quench my thirst of sin Here the fair tree of knowledge grows No danger dwells within
This is the judge that ends the strife Where wit and reason fail My guide to everlasting life Throughout this gloomy vale O may thy counsels, mighty God My roving feet command Nor I forsake the happy road That leads to Thy right hand
