The Holy Scriptures.
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.
The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my griefs assuage;
Here I behold my Savior's face
Almost in every page.
[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,
Nor danger dwells therein.]
This is the Judge that ends the strife
Where wit and reason fail,
My guide to everlasting life
Through all this gloomy vale.
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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