Why Perish With Cold And With Hunger ?
There’s Plenty For All And To Spare
In The Beautiful Home Of Thy Father,
And A Welcome Awaiting Thee There.

Come ! Come ! Wanderer, Come !
There’s Plenty For Thee In Thy Father’s Home;
Come ! Come ! Wanderer, Come !
There’s Welcome And Love In Thy Father’s Home.

Come, Wanderer, And Say To Thy Father,
I’ve Sinned Against Heaven And Thee ;
Not Worthy A Place With Thy Children,
Thy Servant I Gladly Would Be.

Thy Father Is Waiting To Greet Thee,
And Watching For Thee To Return ;
His Heart Is So Full Of Compassion
Oh, Prodigal, Wilt Thou Not Come ?