Laden With Guilt

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 volumes of my Father's grace Does all my griefs assuage Here I behold my Savior's face 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 No danger dwells within