Hark! the bell to prayer is calling
Wanderer
come!
In God’s house with reverent feeling
Seek thy home.
There’s a mansion far above thee
Where dwell spirits pure and lovely;
Wanderer
’tis thy home;
Wanderer
’tis thy home.
Hark! those bell-tones sweetly pealing
Come
O come!
Far and wide melodious stealing
Come
O come!
Thro’ each heart the voice is thrilling
Storms of grief and passion stilling
Wanderer
hasten home;
Wanderer
hasten home.
Still the echoed voice is ringing
Come
O come!
Every heart pure incense bringing
Hither come.
Father
round the altar bending
May our souls to Heav’n ascending
Find in Thee their home
Find in Thee their home.