Return, O wanderer, return, And seek an injured Father’s face; Those warm desires that in thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace. Return, O wanderer, return, And seek a Father’s melting heart, Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, Whose hand can heal thine inward smart. Return, O wanderer, return, He heard thy deep repentant sigh, He saw thy softened spirit mourn When no intruding ear was nigh. Return, O wanderer, return, Thy Savior bids thy spirit live; Go to His bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe away the falling tear; ’Tis God who says, “No longer mourn,” ’Tis mercy’s voice invites thee near. |