Oh, listen to the wanderer

Oh

listen to the wanderer

In whom there was a lack;

Then hearken to the song he sings

And follow in his track.

Praise the Lord

praise the Lord

Praise the Lord

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Praise the Lord

praise the Lord

I’ll never be the same!

A wanderer within the world

For pleasure ever seeks;

Be it in body or in mind

With vanity it reeks.

For self I labored day and night

My castles built in sand;

But

praise the Lord

He wrecked them all—

Much better things He planned.

Once all for self—confused

alone

How could I bear the shame?

But now within the local church

I’ll never be the same.

I am a happy member now

Within the local church.

A wanderer has found his home

And ended all his search.

I was an individualist

An island in myself;

But now the Lord is building me

With others in Himself.

I’m drawn together with His own

In fellowship so sweet.

I’ve learned from others to receive

Of Christ whene’er we meet.

My wanderings have really ceased—

I’ve found the church

God’s best!

The secret of my happiness—

Enjoying God’s own rest!