1 Laden with guilt, and full of fears,
I fly to Thee, my Lord,
And not a ray of hope appears
But in Thy written word.
2 The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my fried assuage;
Here I behold my Saviour's face
In almost every page.
3 This is the field where hidden lies
The pearly of price unknown;
That merchant is divinely wise
Who makes the pearl His own.
4 This is the judge that ends the strife,
Where wit and reason fail;
My guide to everlasting life,
through all this gloomy vale.
5 Oh may Thy counsels, mighty God!
My roving feet command;
And teach me to pursue the road
That leads to Thy right hand.
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First Line: | Laden with guilt, and full of fears |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | The Scriptures |