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.
2. 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."
3. 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 ?