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The returning wanderer.
Weary of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow beneath the rod;
For thee, for thee alone, I mourn:
I have an Advocate above,
A Friend before the throne of love.
2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace!
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek thy face,
Open thine arms and take me in;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.
3 Thou knowest the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
O, for thy truth and mercy’s sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more!
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer.
C. Wesley