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Return, O wanderer, to thy home,
Thy Father calls for thee;
No longer now an exile roam,
In guilt and misery:
Return, return!
Too long the loathsome fields of sin
Thy fruitless toil have known:
No wholesome bread! no voice of kin!
No home to call thine own!
Return, return!
Thy Father stands
with outstretched hands,
He gave His Son for thee:
Poor soul, from sin’s
enthralling bands
He longs to see thee free.
Return, return!
Arise, stand up and homeward turn,
No longer dwell apart;
His mighty love will never spurn
One humble contrite heart.
Return, return!
Our Father’s house is full of bliss,
And there is room for all;
He welcomes with forgiving kiss:
O, hear His loving call!
Return, return!
The feast of joys awaits thee there,
The precious robe and ring;
O haste Thy Father’s gifts to share,
O haste His praise to sing:
Return, return!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 4
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1831
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Bible Refs:
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Pr 27:8;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1904 | # 594 | | 1922 | # 628 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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RETURN
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 4
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1871
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 628 | Eb |
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Hymn Writer
