Return, my wand’ring soul, return,
And seek an injured Father’s face;
Those warm desires that in thee burn,
Where kindled by redeeming grace.

Return, my wand’ring soul, return,
And seek a Father’s melting heart;
His pitying eyes thy grief discern,
His heav’nly balm shall heal thy smart.

Return, my wand’ring soul, return,
Thy dying Saviour bids thee live;
Go, view His bleeding side, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.

Return, my wand’ring soul, return,
And wipe away the falling tear;
‘Tis God who says, “No longer mourn;”
‘Tis mercy’s voice invites thee near.

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