I've roamed through the world beholding, how wide and fair it lay, Yet all of my longing draws me, far, far from this world away!
I've seen men and women searching, as they restlessly come and go, While the toil and the sorrow of living, is all that their sad hearts know.
They seek where there is no answer, in the honour and love of men, And their hearts are bereft of comfort and their souls laden down with sin.
Yet there is an end to searching, where the weary and sore distressed, Find new life in the Lord and his people, and sorrow is laid to rest!
There alone is true peace given, to seekers from every land, It streams from the throne of heaven, from the wounds of the conquering Lamb!