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 un­blest;
Brethren, where your al­tar burns,
Oh, 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 soul no more—
Every idol I re­sign.

Tell me not of gain and loss,
Ease, en­joy­ment, pomp, and pow’r;
Welcome po­ver­ty and cross,
Shame re­proach, af­flict­ion’s hour.
Follow Me—I know Thy voice;
Jesus, Lord, Thy steps I see;
Now I take Thy yoke by choice,
Light Thy bur­den now to me.