THE volume of my Father’s grace

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 purge my love of sin; Here the fair tree of knowledge grows: No danger dwells therein.

Here is the judge that ends all strife, Where wit and reason fail; My guide to everlasting life Through all this earthly vale.

O may Thy counsels, mighty God, My roving feet command, Nor I forsake the happy road That leads to Thy right hand.