Marysville 163b

Jesus, my all, to heav’n is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way ’till Him I view.

This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn’d because I found it not;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I was not saved from sin.

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 God!”