First Line: In the land of strangers,

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 !