Come Home, My Erring Child

One even­ing while bur­dened with care

Opposing my Sav­ior so fair

A sin­ner

a hu­man dis­guis­èd

One lone­ly

for­sak­en

des­pised.

Christ who was cru­ci­fied

In love’s com­pass­ion cried

Come home

My err­ing child

I’ll make thee whole;

O’er me the peace­ful dove

Spread the broad wings of love;

Longed I for Heav’n ab­ove

Home of the soul.

Tho’ wea­ry of earth’s fierc­est din

Arrayed in the gar­ments of sin

I held to my sad un­be­lief

But should have been seek­ing re­lief.

Now find­ing my hopes were in vain

That Christ for the sin­ner was slain

Then I who had wan­dered as­tray

Returned to my Sav­ior’s own way.