Oh, listen to the wanderer
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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! |
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A wanderer within the world For pleasure ever seeks; Be it in body or in mind, With vanity it reeks. |
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For self I labored day and night, My castles built in sand; But, praise the Lord, He wrecked them all— Much better things He planned. |
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Once all for self—confused, alone, How could I bear the shame? But now within the local church I'll never be the same. |
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I am a happy member now Within the local church. A wanderer has found his home And ended all his search. |
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I was an individualist, An island in myself; But now the Lord is building me With others in Himself. |
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I'm drawn together with His own In fellowship so sweet. I've learned from others to receive Of Christ whene'er we meet. |
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My wanderings have really ceased— I've found the church, God's best! The secret of my happiness— Enjoying God's own rest! |
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Kolwezi, Lualaba, Democratic Republic Of Congo
Praise the Lord!
I'll never be the same because of His Work of my beloved Savior Jesus on the cross.
I've got a family, the Church...