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 grief assuage;
Here I behold my Saviour's face
Almost in ev'ry page.
3 This is the field, where hidden lies
The pearl 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 O may thy counsels, mighty God!
My roving feet command;
Nor I forsake the happy road,
That leads to thy right hand.
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First Line: | Laden with guilt, and full of fears |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | The Means of Grace: The Word of God; The Scriptures; The Scriptures consolatory to the penitent |