Return, O wanderer, return
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Return, O wanderer, return,And seek thy Father's face;Those new desires which in thee burn,Were kindled by his grace.
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Return, O wanderer, return,He hears thy humble sigh;He sees thy softened spirit mourn,When no one else is nigh.
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Return, O wanderer, return;Thy Saviour bids thee live;Come to his cross, and, grateful, learnHow freely he 'll forgive.
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Return, O wanderer, return,And wipe the falling tear;Thy Father calls—no longer mourn;'Tis love invites thee near.
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Return, O wanderer, return;Regain thy long-sought rest;The Saviour's melting mercies yearnTo clasp thee to his breast.