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