JESUS, my All, to Heaven is gone, He Whom I rest my hopes upon, His way I see, and I’ll pursue That heavenward 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 take: for all His paths are peace.
No stranger may proceed therein, No lover of the world and sin; This is the way I long have sought, And mourned because I found it not.
My grief and burden long have been, Because I could not cease from sin, Until I heard my Saviour say, ‘Come, soul, to Me! I am the Way!’
Gladly I come; and Thou, blest Lamb, Shall bring me to Thee, as I am; Nothing but sin have I to give; Nothing but love shall I receive.
Now 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!’
John Cennick, 1718-55