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Sighing for home.
People of the living God!
I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort nowhere found.
2 Now to you my spirit turns,
Turns, a fugitive unblessed;
Brethren! where your altar burns,
O receive me into rest.
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.
4 Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my heart no more,
Every idol I resign.
5 Tell me not of gain or loss,
Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power;
Welcome! poverty and cross,
Shame, reproach, affliction’s hour.
6 “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.
Montgomery.