O Sinner, Come Home

O sin­ner

come home

the ban­quet is wait­ing

Return to thy Fa­ther

sin’s fol­ly for­sak­ing;

That Fa­ther still loves thee

and waits to em­brace

His pe­ni­tent child

when re­turn­ing through grace.

Then

sin­ner

come home; the feast is all rea­dy;

Prepared for the blind

the poor and the needy;

The worst are in­vit­ed

all wel­come will be;

Return

then

there’s room at this ta­ble for thee.

Thy sins have been great

thy wan­der­ings far;

But great­er His mer­cy; then fol­low yon star

That leads thee to Him

whom the an­gels ad­ore;

And be hap­py at home

thence to wan­der no more.

He will not up­braid thee with sins of the past;

The Lord will for­give; He is true to the last;

The law of His mer­cy can not be re­pealed

It stand­eth for­ev­er

with blood it is sealed.