- Oh, how weary and sad is my aching heart today,
As I languish alone to die!
Let me go, let me go to my home far away,
For which my poor soul doth sigh.
I am coming, Father, coming,
And I know Thou wilt soothe the pain;
And my poor, throbbing heart with joy shall sing,
When the wand�rer�s home again.
- Oh, my garments are stained, and I�m longing to be fed,
For I starve in a foreign land,
While my own Father�s house is abounding with bread,
And bounteous is His hand.
- I�ll arise and go home, and low bending at His feet,
He will pity the long-lost one;
Yes, I�ll go, I will go, to His arms I will flee,
He�ll welcome the wand�ring son.
- When the Father did see His dear son was coming back,
Had compassion and ran and smiled,
And with tears of great joy as He fell on his neck,
He kissed His poor, weary child.
- Now the lost one is found, and he�s dressed in robes of white,
And is safely at home again;
And the roy�l palace hall, with its glittering light,
Resounds with a glad refrain.
- So the sinner who comes to the Father�s loving arms
Shall be welcomed to his dear home;
He shall dwell there in peace, and be safe from alarms,
And rest, nevermore to roam.