O Weary Wanderer, Come

Verse 1

O weary wanderer, come home, Thy Saviour bids thee come; Thou long in sin didst love to roam, Yet still He calls thee, come.

Chorus

Help me, dear Saviour, Thee to own, And ever faithful be; And when Thou sittest on Thy throne, O Lord, remember me.

Verse 2

Think of the Father’s house today, So blest with plenteous store. Think of thy sinful wand’ring way, Then come, and roam no more.

Verse 3

Poor prodigal, come home and rest, Come and be reconciled; Here lean upon Thy Father’s breast; He loves His wand’ring child.