People of the Living God

Verse 1

People of the living God,
I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort no-where found.

Verse 2

Now to you my spirit turns,
Turns, a fugitive unblest;
Brethren, where your altar burns,
O receive me into rest.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,
Every idol I resign.