Hymn/Song Information

O how weary and sad is my aching heart

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.