Verse 1

The volume of my Father’s grace

Does all my thirst assuage;

Here I behold my Saviour’s face

In almost every page.

Verse 2

This is the field where hidden lies;

The pearls of price unknown;

That merchant is divinely wise

Who makes the pearl his own.

Verse 3

Here consecrated water flows

To purge my love of sin;

Here the fair tree of knowledge grows:

No danger dwells therein.

Verse 4

Here is the judge that ends all strife,

Where wit and reason fail;

My guide to everlasting life

Through all this earthly vale.

Verse 5

O may Thy counsels, mighty God,

My roving feet command,

Nor I forsake the happy road

That leads to Thy right hand