Application for admission into the church.

PEOPLE of the living God, I have sought the world around, Paths of sin and sorrow trod, Peace and comfort nowhere found.

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

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;

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