Coming Home (Ackley)

Vile and sin­ful tho’ my heart may be

Fully trust­ing Lord

I come to Thee;

Thou hast pow’r to cleanse and make me free

I am com­ing home.

Coming home

com­ing home

No long­er in the path of sin to roam;

I’m com­ing home

com­ing home

Lord Je­sus

I am com­ing home.

Like a fa­ther seeks a way­ward child

Thou hast sought me o’er the de­sert wild

Sick and help­less

by my sin de­filed

I am com­ing home.

Pleading ten­der­ly

His voice I hear

Why should I re­fuse a friend so dear?

He will take away my guilt and fear

I am com­ing home.

Precious blood of Je­sus

may its flow

Cleanse from ev­il

wash me white as snow;

There is hope alone in Thee

I know

I am com­ing home.

Tell my mo­ther what her boy has done

God has spok­en to her way­ward son;

To be faith­ful till my crown is won

I am com­ing home.