The Lost Are Coming Home

Lift up your ring­ing songs to­night

On mount­ain top or shore;

For an­gel hearts will throb in joy

With glad news flow­ing o’er.

They’re com­ing home

com­ing home

The Sav­ior bids them come;

Praise God

the wea­ry

wan­der­ing ones

The lost are com­ing home.

Some cheeks are seamed by years of sin

And some are flushed in youth;

But all have known their need of Christ

And all have found the truth.

From those who knew the Sav­ior’s love

They heard the Gos­pel Come;

In Him they trust

and kept by Him

They will no long­er roam.

Hosannas ring from ev­ery voice

They reach to Heav­en’s dome;

Angels and saints

re­joice

re­joice

The lost are com­ing home.