Return, O Wanderer, Return

Return

O wan­der­er

re­turn

And seek an in­jured Fa­ther’s face;

Those warm de­sires that in thee burn

Were kin­dled by re­claim­ing grace.

Return

O wan­der­er

re­turn

And seek a Fa­ther’s melt­ing heart

Whose pi­ty­ing eyes thy grief dis­cern

Whose hand can heal thine in­ward smart.

Return

O wan­der­er

re­turn

He heard thy deep re­pent­ant sigh

He saw thy soft­ened spir­it mourn

When no one else is nigh.

Return

O wan­der­er

re­turn

Thy Sav­ior bids thy spir­it live;

Go to His bleed­ing feet

and learn

How free­ly Je­sus can for­give.

Return

O wan­der­er

re­turn

And wipe away the fall­ing tear;

’Tis God who says

No long­er mourn

’Tis mer­cy’s voice in­vites thee near.