The Living Way

My ma­ny sins I now can see

How black they all ap­pear!

O what a dread­ful his­to­ry

It fills my soul with fear;

I’m sor­ry

Lord

for what I’ve done

I cry for help to Thee;

Now for the sake of Thy dear Son

Have mer­cy

Lord

on me.

Lord

in thy bless­èd Word I’ve read

About a liv­ing way

And that the blood of Christ was shed

To wash my sins away.

In years that now are past and gone

The pro­phet gave a call

And this was it—Ho

ev­ery one;

That sure­ly must mean all

And if he called to ev­ery one

I’m sure­ly count­ed in;

My doubts and fears are al­most gone

To trust I now be­gin.

He bade them to the wa­ters come

He spoke of milk and wine;

I’m thirs­ty

Fa­ther

give me some

What Je­sus bought is mine:

I drink

I drink

by liv­ing faith

I feel my sins for­giv­en;

The mer­its of my Sav­ior’s death

Makes me an heir to Heav­en.