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 Saviour'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 waters flow
To quench my thirst of sin
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows
No danger dwells within

This is the judge that ends the strife
Where wit and reason fail
My guide to everlasting life
Throughout 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



Behind the Song:
'These lyrics are a rare find in our rich history of hymns, in that this is one of the few hymns focusing on the beauty of Scripture. Here, Isaac Watts comes to the Word of God with his burden of sin and sickness to find comfort, wisdom, grace, and counsel. Although reading your Bible does not earn you any favor with God, to not read is to starve your soul of its very food and nourishment. As holy words of all truth, beauty, intellect, and creativity, the Word is a living, perfect means by which we encounter our Father, our Savior, and our Counselor.' - Caedmon's Call