Jesus, my all, to
Heaven is gone,
He Whom I fix my hopes
upon;
His track I see, and
I�ll pursue
The narrow way, till
Him I view.
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.
This is the way I long
have sought,
And mourned because I
found it not;
My grief a burden long
has been,
Because I was not
saved from sin.
The more I strove
against its power,
I felt its weight and
guilt the more;
Till late I heard my
Savior say,
�Come hither, soul, I
am the Way.�
Lo! Glad I come;
and Thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to Thee,
as I am;
Nothing but sin have I
to give;
Nothing but love shall
I receive.
Then will I tell to
sinners round,
What a dear Savior I
have found;
I�ll point to Thy
redeeming blood,
And say, �Behold the
way to God.�
No stranger may
proceed therein,
No lover of the world
and sin;
No lion, no devouring
care,
No ravenous tiger
shall be there.
No
nothing may go up
thereon
But traveling souls,
and I am one:
Wayfaring men to
Canaan bound,
Shall only in the Way
be found.
Nor fools, by
carnal men esteemed,
Shall err therein; but
they redeemed
In Jesus� blood, shall
show their right
To travel there, till
Heaven�s in sight.
