Text: | Following Christ |
1 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,--
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 mourned 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 power,
I sinned and stumbled but the more;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither, soul, I'm the way."
5 Lo, glad I come, and Thou, dear Lamb,
Shalt take me to Thee as I am:
Nothing but sin I Thee can give,
Nothing but love do I receive.
6 I'll tell to all poor sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to Thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God."
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone |
Title: | Following Christ |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Saint: In Prospect of Heaven |
Notes: | Public Domain. |