3*. The Wanderer No More Will Roam
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by M.J. Deck (Mrs. M.J. Walker)
The wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the fold hath come,
The prodigal is welcomed home,
Though clothed in rags, by sin defiled,
The Father did embrace His child;
And I am pardoned, reconciled,
It is the Father’s joy to bless;
His love has found for me a dress,
A robe of spotless righteousness,
And now my famished soul is fed,
A feast of love for me is spread,
I feed upon the children’s bread,
Yea, in the fullness of His grace,
God put me in the children’s place,
Where I may gaze upon His face,
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Not half His love can I express,
Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess
This blessèd portion I possess,
Thy precious name it is I bear,
In Thee I am to God brought near,
And all the Father’s love I share,
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