People of the Living God { People of the Living God ALETTA-William Batchelder Bradbury People of the Living God } People of the living God, I have sought the world around, Paths of sin and sorrows trod, Peace and comfort no where found. Now to you my spirit turns, Turns a fugitive unblest; Brethren, where your altar burns, O 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. Tell me not of gain of loss, Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power, Welcome poverty and cross, Shame, reproach, affliction's hour: "Follow me"; I know Thy voice; Jesus, Lord, Thy steps I see; Now I take Thy yoke by choice; Light Thy burden now to me.