Return, O wanderer, to thy home,

Thy Father calls for thee

No longer now an exile roam

In guilt and misery.

Return O wanderer, to thy home,

‘Tis Jesus calls for thee:

The Spirit and the bride say, Come,

Oh, now for refuge flee:

pReturn, O wanderer, to thy home,

‘Tis madness to delay;

mfThere are no pardons in the tomb,

And brief is mercy’s day: