First Line: O wanderer, come to the Father's home',

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.