Text: | The holy scriptures |
1 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.
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 that pearl his own.
4 Here consecrated water flows
To quench my thirst of sin;
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
Nor danger dwells therein.
5 This is the judge that ends the strife,
Where wit and reason fail;
My guide to everlasting life
Thro' all this gloomy vale.
6 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 |
Title: | The holy scriptures |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |