Laden With Guilt

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 dwells 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