|Music:||Frederick G. Baker|
Words: Isaac Watts Music: St. Saviour" by Frederick G. Baker 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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