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 griefs assuage

Here I behold my Saviour'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 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