First Line: Come home, come home ,

Come home, come home !
You are weary at heart,
For the way has been dark,
And so lonely and wild :
O prodigal child !
Come home ; oh, come home !

Come . . home ! . .
Come, oh, come home ! . .

2 Come home, come home !
For we watch and we wait ;
And we stand at the gate,
While the shadows are piled :
O prodigal child !
Come home ; oh, come home !

3 Come home, come home !
From the sorrow and blame,
From the sin and the shame,
And the tempter that smiled :
O prodigal child !
Come home ; oh, come home !

4 Come home, come home !
There is bread and to spare,
And a warm welcome there :
Then, to friends reconciled,
prodigal child !
Come home ; oh, come home !