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.