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