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Come home, come home, the fold is free,
And open stands the door;
There Jesus waits to welcome thee,
To save thee evermore.
Come home, come home,
The Saviour's waiting still;
Come home, come home,
Come, whosoever will.
He claims thee now, then linger not,
Cast off the doubt and fear;
No wandering child by him forgot,
In simple faith draw near.
Come home, come home,
The Saviour's waiting still;
Come home, come home,
Come, whosoever will.
He wore for thee the crown of thorns,
His blood for thee was shed;
He saw thee faint and travel-worn,
To succor thee he sped.
Come home, come home,
The Saviour's waiting still;
Come home, come home,
Come, whosoever will.
Doth not thy heart within thee burn,
Its hardness melt away?
His saving hand thou wilt not spurn,
Oh, clasp that hand to-day.
Come home, come home,
The Saviour's waiting still;
Come home, come home,
Come, whosoever will.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 r 4 6 4 6
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Rev 22:17;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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COME WHOSOEVER WILL
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8 6 8 6 r 4 6 4 6
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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