First Line: Why perish with cold and with hunger ,

Why perish with cold and with hunger ?
There's plenty for all and to spare
In the beautiful home of thy Father,
And a welcome awaiting thee there.

Come ! come ! wanderer, come !
There's plenty for thee in thy Father's home;
Come ! come ! wanderer, come !
There's welcome and love in thy Father's home.

2 Come, wanderer, and say to thy Father,
I've sinned against heaven and Thee ;
Not worthy a place with Thy children,
Thy servant I gladly would be.

3 Thy Father is waiting to greet thee,
And watching for thee to return ;
His heart is so full of compassion :
Oh, prodigal, wilt thou not come ?