All ye people of the Lord,

I have roamed the world about,

The path of sin and mercy,

Comfort, I have found no where.

My heart is now changed to thee,

As fugitive now I come;

Where thy altar is burning,

Accept me into Thy rest.

I will no more walk alone,

Like wave and breeze in the air;

Thy house shall be my home Lord,

And Thy bed my sepulchre.

For thy God shall be my God,

Thy Saviour is also mine;

The world shall no more draw me,

Now all idols forsaken.