Return, O Wanderer, Return,
And Seek Thy Father’s Face;
Those New Desires Which In Thee Burn
Were Kindled By His Grace.

Oh, You Must Be A Lover Of The Lord,
Oh, You Must Be A Lover Of The Lord,
Oh, You Must Be A Lover Of The Lord,
Or You Can’t Go To Heaven When You Die.

Return, O Wanderer, Return,
He Hears Thy Humble Sigh,
He Sees Thy Softened Spirit Mourn
When No One Else Is Nigh.

Return, O Wanderer, Return,
Thy Savior Bids Thee Live;
Come To His Cross, And Grateful Learn
How Freely He’ll Forgive.

Return, O Wanderer, Return,
Regain Thy Long-Sought Rest;
The Savior’s Melting Mercies Yearn
To Clasp Thee To His Breast.