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.

O heaven, sweet heaven, I long for thee! O when shall I get there?