The Father's House

Verse 1

O wand’rer, come to the Father’s home! Why wilt thou further roam? There’s joy and rest for the weary breast In the Father’s home.

Chorus

Then come to the Father’s home; No longer sadly roam; There’s joy and rest for the weary breast In the Father’s home.

Verse 2

Why linger away on the mountains cold? Why friendless and hopeless roam? There’s bread to spare, and there’s room for all, In the Father’s home.

Verse 3

O come, and taste of the Father’s love; Return, no more to roam; For loved ones wait at the golden gate Of the Father’s home.

Verse 4

Then come and rest in your Father’s house, Beneath its shelt’ring dome; There’s joy and peace that shall never cease In the Father’s home.