John Cennick (1717-1755) / George Coles
Jesus my all to heaven is gone, He whom I fixed 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 Thy 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.”