Return, O wanderer, return

1Return, O wanderer, return, And seek thy Father's face; Those new desires which in thee burn, Were kindled by his grace.

2Return, O wanderer, return, He hears thy humble sigh; He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh.

3Return, O wanderer, return, Thy Savior bids thee live; Go to his cross, and grateful learn How freely he'll forgive.

4Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe the falling tear; Thy Father calls—no longer mourn; 'Tis love invites thee near.

5Return, O wanderer, return, Regret thy weary years; The Savior's melting mercies yearn O'er sleep thee in his tears.