People of the living God,

I have sought the world around,

Paths of sin and sorrow trod,

Peace and comfort nowhere found.

Now to you my spirit turns,

Turns, a fugitive unbless'd;

Brethren, where your altar burns,

O receive me into rest!

Lonely I no longer roam,

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;

Where you dwell shall be my home,

Where you die shall be my grave;

Mine the God whom you adore,

Your Redeemer shall be mine;

Earth can fill my heart no more,

Every idol I resign.

Tell me not of gain or loss,

Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power,

Welcome poverty and cross,

Shame, reproach, affliction's hour:

"Follow me!"--I know the voice;

Jesus, Lord, Thy steps I see;

Now I take Thy yoke by choice,

Light Thy burden now to me.