144    L.M.     J. Cennick
Christ the Way. John 14. 6; Isa. 35. 8

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, my 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 AM THE WAY.”

5 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
  Shalt take me to thee as I am;
  Nothing but sin I thee can give;
  Nothing but love shall I receive.

6 Then 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.”