45. The Wanderer No More Will Roam

8.8.8.6.6.
by Jane Deck (Mrs. Walker)
1
The wanderer no more will roam,
 
The lost one to the fold hath come,
 
The prodigal is welcomed home,
 
O Lamb of God, to Thee!
 
O Lamb of God, to Thee!
2
Though clothed in rags, by sin defiled,
 
The Father did embrace His child;
 
And I am pardoned, reconciled,
 
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
 
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
3
It is the Father’s joy to bless,
 
His love has found for me a dress,
 
A robe of spotless righteousness,
 
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
 
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
4
And now my famished soul is fed,
 
A feast of love for me is spread,
 
I feed upon the children’s bread,
 
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
 
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
5
Yea, in the fullness of His grace,
 
God put me in the children’s place,
 
Where I may gaze upon His face,
 
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
 
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
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