The Wanderer No More Will Roam

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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!
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!
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!
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!
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!