In The Land Of Strangers,
Whither Thou Art Gone,
Hear A Far Voice Calling,
My Son ! My Son !

Welcome, Wanderer ! Welcome !
Welcome Back To Home !
Thou Hast Wandered Far Away
Come Home; Come Home !

From The Land Of Hunger,
Fainting, Famished, Lone,
Come To Love And Gladness,
My Son ! My Son !

Quit The Haunts Of Riot,
Wasted, Woe-Begone;
Sick At Heart And Weary,
My Son ! My Son !

See The Door Still Open !
Thou Art Still My Own ;
Eyes Of Love Are On Thee,
My Son ! My Son !

Far Off Thou Hast Wandered :
Wilt Thou Farther Roam ?
Come ! And All Is Pardoned,
My Son ! My Son !

See The Well-Spread Table,
Unforgotten One !
Here Is Rest And Plenty,
My Son ! My Son !

Thou Art Friendless, Homeless,
Hopeless, And Undone ;
Mine Is Love Unchanging,
My Son ! My Son !