In the land of strangers,
Whither thou art gone,
Hear a far voice calling,
My son! My son!
Welcome! Wand’rer, welcome!
Welcome back to home!
Thou hast wandered far away:
Come home! Come home!
“From the land of hunger,
Fainting, famished, lone,
Come to love and gladness,
My son! My son!
“Quit the haunts of riot,
Wasted, woe-begone;
Sick at heart and weary,
My son! My son!
Horatius Bonar 1808 - 1889 ( 80 Years )
for much more go to: eHymnBook.org
No comments:
Post a Comment