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 God.”

     John Cennick, 1743

265 Duane Street.  L.M.D.

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 God,
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 God,
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,
  God 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,
  God 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,
  God’s own hand shall guide thee there. 
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
  Soon shall pass 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)