Laden With Guilt And Full Of Fears
I Fly To Thee My Lord
And Not A Glimpse Of Hope Appears
But İn 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 İs The Field Where Hidden Lies
The Pearl Of Price Unknown
That Merchant İs 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