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!