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1 Come home as you are, who wander afar
In the fields of folly and sin.
Thy Father doth yearn to hail thy return
And bid thee a welcome within.
Then hasten away, O brother, today,
Thy Father is waiting for thee;
In thy storm beaten face, His own features trace
My son, forever with me.
2 The table is spread with bounties and bread,
Enough for thee and to spare;
And the husks of the swine will never be thine
While under His fatherly care. [Refrain]
3 The door is ajar, for all who afar
In sin have wander’d astray;
And the Father’s sweet smile, awaits thee awhile;
Then hasten, O hasten away. [Refrain]Source: Consecrated Hymns #142