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.

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.

3.

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."

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! I love the Lord:

This note above all others raise,

My Jesus hath done all things well.