People of the Living God

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.