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Vile and sinful tho’ my heart may be,
Fully trusting Lord, I come to Thee;
Thou hast pow’r to cleanse
and make me free,
I am coming home.
Coming home, coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;
I’m coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.
Like a father seeks a wayward child,
Thou hast sought me
o’er the desert wild,
Sick and helpless, by my sin defiled,
I am coming home.
Coming home, coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;
I’m coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.
Pleading tenderly, His voice I hear,
Why should I refuse a friend so dear?
He will take away my guilt and fear,
I am coming home.
Coming home, coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;
I’m coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.
Precious blood of Jesus,
may its flow
Cleanse from evil,
wash me white as snow;
There is hope alone in Thee, I know,
I am coming home.
Coming home, coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;
I’m coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.
Tell my mother what
her boy has done,
God has spoken to her wayward son;
To be faithful till my crown is won,
I am coming home.
Coming home, coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;
I’m coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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9 9 9 5 and refrain
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Dates:
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1917
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 15:18;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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COMING HOME
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Meter:
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9 9 9 5 and refrain
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Dates:
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1917
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