Wandering Afar

Verse 1

Wand’ring afar from my home above, Far from the Savior’s arms of love; Barren the fields I am feeding in, Walking the downward paths of sin.

Chorus

Calling today, Calling today; I will return to His arms of love While He is calling today.

Verse 2

Wand’ring afar on a dreary road, Bearing a sinful, heavy load; Weary and seeking for rest, I pray, I will return, O Lord, today.

Verse 3

Wand’ring afar, where the storm winds blow, Feeling the pangs of guilt and woe; Life is a burden, the future drear; Can I thus die while help is near?

Verse 4

Wand’ring afar on the mountain wild, Still He is calling, “Come, my child; Hasten to Me, I will all forgive; Perishing soul, oh, come and live!”