1 Jesus my All, to heav'n is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.
2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment;
The King's highway of holiness,
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
3 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I could not cease from sin.
4 The more I strove against its pow'r,
I sin'd and stumbled but the more,
Till late heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY."
5 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, whose I am:
Nothing but sin I thee can give,
Nothing but love would I receive.
6 Then will I tell to sinners round
What a dear Saviour I have found:
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God."
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First Line: | Jesus, my All, to heav'n is gone |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Rejoicing |
Notes: | Public Domain. |