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

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

Return, O Wanderer, Now Return !
Thy Saviour Bids Thee Live ;
Go To His Bleeding Feet, And Learn
How Freely He’ll Forgive Return !

Return, O Wanderer, Now Return,
And Wipe The Falling Tear !
Thy Father Calls No Longer Mourn
His Love Invites Thee Near Return !