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.
2. 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,
3. 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.
4. 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.