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 Savior'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 water flows 

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