Return, O Wanderer

1Return,
O wanderer, return,
And seek thy Father's face;
Those new desires which in thee burn,
Were kindled by His grace.

2Return,
O wanderer, return;
He hears thy humble sigh;
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.

3Return,
O wanderer, return;
Thy Saviour bids thee live;
Come to His cross, and, grateful, learn How freely He'll forgive.

4Return,
O wanderer, return,
And wipe the falling tear;
Thy Father calls— no longer mourn; 'Tis love invites thee near.

5Return,
O wanderer, return;
Regain thy longsought rest;
The Saviour's melting mercies yearn To clasp thee to His breast.