In the land of strangers, Whither thou art gone, Hear a far voice calling, " My son ! my son !
Welcome, wanderer ! welcome ! welcome back to home ! Thou hast wandered far away : come home; come home ! "
2. " From the land of hunger, Fainting, famished, lone, Come to love and gladness, My son ! my son !
3. " Quit the haunts of riot, Wasted, woe-begone; Sick at heart and weary, My son ! my son !
4. " See the door still open ! Thou art still my own ; Eyes of love are on thee, My son ! my son !
5. " Far off thou hast wandered : Wilt thou farther roam ? Come ! and all is pardoned, My son ! my son !
6. " See the well-spread table, Unforgotten one ! Here is rest and plenty, My son ! my son !
7. " Thou art friendless, homeless, Hopeless, and undone ; Mine is love unchanging, My son ! my son ! "