Jesus, my all, to heav"n is gone, He whom I fixed my hopes upon; His track I see, and I"ll pursue The narrow 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 go, for all his paths are peace.
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.
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."
3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, as I am; Nothing but sin have I to give; Nothing but love shall I receive.
Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Savior I have found; I"ll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to G.o.d."
John Cennick, 1743
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_Bought with a Price._
Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine, With full consent thine I would be, And own thy sovereign right in me.
2 Grant one poor sinner more a place Among the children of thy grace; A wretched sinner, lost to G.o.d, But ransomed by Immanuel"s blood.
3 Thine would I live, thine would I die, Be thine through all eternity; The vow is past beyond repeal; And now I set the solemn seal.
4 Here at that cross where flows the blood, That bought my guilty soul for G.o.d, Thee, my new Master now I call, And consecrate to thee my all.
Rev. Samuel Davies, 1769. _ab._
266 Ellesdie. 8s & 7s. D.
_Leaving All to Follow Christ._ (704)
Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be!
Perish, every fond ambition, All I"ve sought, or hoped, or known, Yet how rich is my condition, G.o.d and heaven are still my own!
2 Let the world despise and leave me-- They have left my Savior too; Human hearts and looks deceive me-- Thou art not, like them, untrue.
And while thou shalt smile upon me, G.o.d of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate and friends disown me, Show thy face and all is bright.
3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure; Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!
In thy service pain is pleasure, With thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called thee, Abba, Father, I have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather-- All must work for good to thee.
4 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven"s eternal day"s before thee, G.o.d"s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pa.s.s thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1829.
267 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.
_Desiring Sanctification._ (701)
Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Fix in us thy humble dwelling; All thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, thou art all compa.s.sion; Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation; Enter every trembling heart.
2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit Into every troubled breast, Let us all thy grace inherit; Let us find thy promised rest; Take away the love of sinning; Take our load of guilt away; End the work of thy beginning; Bring us to eternal day.
3 Carry on thy new creation; Pure and holy may we be; Let us see our whole salvation Perfectly secured by thee: Change from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
Charles Wesley, 1747.
268 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.
_Union with Jesus._ (700)
In thy service will I ever, Jesus, my Redeemer, stay; Nothing me from thee shall sever, Gladly would I go thy way.
Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever Thine in sorrow and in joy; Death the union shall not sever, Nor eternity destroy.
2 Let thy light on me be shining When the day is almost gone, When the evening is declining, And the night is drawing on: Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying Thy hands on my weary head; "Here thy day is ended," saying, "Yonder live the faithful dead."
3 Stay beside me, when the stillness And the icy touch of death Fill my trembling soul with chillness, Like the morning"s frosty breath; As my failing eyes grow dimmer, Let my spirit grow more bright, As I see the first faint glimmer Of the everlasting light.
P. Spitta, 1833.
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_Pa.s.s Me Not._ (523)
Lord! I hear of showers of blessing, Thou art scattering, broad and free; Showers, the thirsty land refreshing; Let their fullness fall on me.
Ref.--Even me, even me, Let their fullness fall on me.
2 Pa.s.s me not, oh, gracious Father!
Sinful, though my heart may be; Thou might"st curse me, but the rather Let thy mercy fall on me.
3 Pa.s.s me not, oh, tender Savior!
Let me love and cling to thee; I am longing for thy favor; When thou comest, call for me.
4 Pa.s.s me not, oh, mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see; Witnesser of Jesus" merit, Speak the word of power to me.
5 Have I long in sin been sleeping, Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh! forgive and rescue me.
6 Love of G.o.d, so pure and changeless,-- Blood of G.o.d, so rich and free,-- Grace of G.o.d, so strong and boundless,-- Magnify them all in me.
Elizabeth Coduer, 1860.