Return, O wanderer, to thy home,

Thy Father calls for thee;

No longer now an exile roam,

In guilt and misery:

Return, return!

2 Return, O wanderer, to thy home,

’Tis Jesus calls for thee;

The Spirit and the Bride say—come;

O! now for refuge flee;

Return, return!

3 Return, O wanderer, to thy home,

’Tis madness to delay;

There are no pardons in the tomb,

And brief is mercy’s day:

Return, return!