660. 7s. M. Montgomery.
Joined to God's People.
1People of the living God,
I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort nowhere found.
2Now to you my spirit turns,--
Turns, a fugitive unblest;
Brethren, where your altar burns,
O, receive me into rest.
3Lonely 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.