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