Oh, listen to the wanderer

Oh, listen to the wanderer In whom there was a lack; Then hearken to the song he sings And follow in his track.

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Praise the Lord, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, I'll never be the same!

A wanderer within the world For pleasure ever seeks; Be it in body or in mind, With vanity it reeks.

For self I labored day and night, My castles build in sand; But, praise the Lord, He wrecked them all — Much better things He planned.

Once all for self — confused, alone, How could I bear the shame? But now within the local church I'll never be the same.

I am a happy member now Within the local church. A wanderer has found his home And ended all his search.

I was an individualist, An island in myself; But now the Lord is building me With others in Himself

I'm drawn together with His own In fellowship so sweet. I've learned from others to receive Of Christ whene'er we meet.

My wanderings have really ceased — I've found the church, God's best! The secret of my happiness — Enjoying God's own rest!