In whom there was a lack;
Then hearken to the song he sings
And follow in his track.
Praise the Lord, Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
I’ll never be the same!
For pleasure ever seeks;
Be it in body or in mind,
With vanity it reeks.
My castles built in sand;
But, praise the Lord, He wrecked them all—
Much better things He planned.
How could I bear the shame?
But now within the local church
I’ll never be the same.
Within the local church.
A wanderer has found his home
And ended all his search.
An island in myself;
But now the Lord is building me
With others in Himself.
In fellowship so sweet.
I’ve learned from others to receive
Of Christ whene’er we meet.
I’ve found the church, God’s best!
The secret of my happiness—
Enjoying God’s own rest!