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Wand’ring afar from my home above,
Far from the Savior’s arms of love;
Barren the fields I am feeding in,
Walking the downward paths of sin.
Calling today,
Calling today;
I will return to His arms of love
While He is calling today.
Wand’ring afar on a dreary road,
Bearing a sinful, heavy load;
Weary and seeking for rest, I pray,
I will return, O Lord, today.
Calling today,
Calling today;
I will return to His arms of love
While He is calling today.
Wand’ring afar,
where the storm winds blow,
Feeling the pangs of guilt and woe;
Life is a burden, the future drear;
Can I thus die while help is near?
Calling today,
Calling today;
I will return to His arms of love
While He is calling today.
Wand’ring afar on the mountain wild,
Still He is calling, “Come, my child;
Hasten to Me, I will all forgive;
Perishing soul, oh, come and live!”
Calling today,
Calling today;
I will return to His arms of love
While He is calling today.
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9 8 9 8 and refrain
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