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 every 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 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 sense and reason fail:
My guide to everlasting life,
Thro' all this gloomy vale.
6 Oh! may thy counsels, mighty God,
My roving feet command,
Nor I forsake the happy road
That leads to thy right hand.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Laden with guilt, and full of fears |
Title: | Comfort from the Holy Scriptures |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Scriptures: Comfort from |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |