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11s & 10s.
The wandering sinner, etc.
Restless thy spirit, poor wandering sinner,
Restless and roving: O, come to thy home!
Return to the arms, to the bosom, of mercy;
The Saviour of sinners invites thee to come.
2 Darkness surrounds thee, and tempests are rising,
Fearful and dangerous the path thou hast trod;
But mercy shines forth in the rainbow of promise,
To welcome the wanderer home to his God.
3 Peace to the storm in thy soul shall be spoken,
Guilt from thy bosom be banished away;
And heaven’s sweet breezes, o’er death’s rolling billows,
Shall waft thee at last to the regions of day.
A. Broaddus.