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 grief's 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 waters flow
   To quench my thirst of sin
   Here the fair tree of knowledge grown
   No danger within
  
   This is the judge that ends the strife
   Where wit and reason fail
   My guide to everlassing life
   Throughout this gloomy vale
   O may Thy counsels, mighty God
   My roving feet command
   Nor I fosake the happy road
   That leads to Thy right hand