Laden With Guilt

Laden with guilt and full of fears, i fly to Thee my Lord, and not a glimpse of hope appears, the volumes of my Father's grace does all my griefs a*suage but in thy written word in every page here I behold my saviour's face that merchant is divinely wise this is the field where hidden lies the pearl of price unknown who makes the pearl his own here the fair tree of knowledge grows here consecrated waters flow no danger dwells within to quench my thirst of sin 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