O Wanderer, Come To The Father’s Home’!
Why Wilt Thou Farther Roam ?
There’s Joy And Rest For The Weary
In The Father’s Home Breast

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.

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,

Oh 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.

Then Come And Rest In Your Father’s
Beneath Its Sheltering Dome House,
There’s Joy And Peace That Shall Never Cease
In The Father’s Home.