Return, O wanderer, now return,

And seek thy Father’s face;

Those new desires which in thee burn

Were kindled by his grace.

2 Return, O wanderer, now return!

He hears thy humble sigh!

He sees thy softened spirit mourn,

When no one else is nigh.

3 Return, O wanderer, now return!

Thy Saviour bids thee live;

Go to his feet, and grateful learn

How freely he’ll forgive.

4 Return, O wanderer, now return!

And wipe the falling tear;

Thy Father calls—no longer mourn,

’Tis love invites thee near.