O weary wanderer, come home, Thy Saviour bids thee come; Thou long in sin didst love to roam, Yet still He calls thee, come.
2. Think of thy Father’s house today, So blest with plenteous store. Think of thy sinful, wandering way, Then come, and roam no more.
3. Poor prodigal, come home and rest, Come and be reconciled; Here lean upon thy Father’s breast, He loves His wandering child.
4. Help me, dear Saviour, Thee to own, And ever faithful be; And when Thou sittest on Thy throne, O Lord, remember me.