1 My son, dost thou dwell in a country afar,
Away from thy youth’s beacon light?
Above thee is shining fair Bethlehem’s star
To guide thy steps homeward tonight.
Refrain:
Oh, come and thy sorrow shall cease;
Oh come and find pardon and peace;
Thy Father is waiting to welcome thee home,
Is waiting, O wanderer, come.
2 My son, art thou hungry with no one to care
Or help in thy bitter distress?
Thy Father’s hired servants have bread and to spare;
Return, and thy wand’ring confess. [Refrain]
3 My son, art thou weary of bondage to sin?
The door of thy home is ajar;
Thy Father is yearning His lost one to win,
He seeth thee coming afar. [Refrain]
4 My son, He is ready with robe and with ring,
The tokens that thou art forgiv’n.
Oh, claim thy inheritance, child of the King,
And share in the riches of Heav’n. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16485