Laden with guilt and full of fears And not a glimpse of hope appears The volumes of my Father's grace Does all my griefs assuage Here I behold my Savior's face
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
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 Nor I forsake the happy road That leads to Thy right hand