F. W. Faber, Arr.
O COME to the merciful Saviour who calls you,
O come to the Lord who forgives and forgets;
Though dark be the fortune on earth that befalls you,
A bright home awaits you whose sun never sets.
Come home, come home, in darkness no longer to roam,
Tis Jesus who tenderly calls you today,
Oh brother; my brother, come home.
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O come then to Jesus whose arms are extended
To fold His dear children in closest embrace;
O come, and your exile shall shortly be ended,
And Jesus will show you the light of His face.
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Then come to the Saviour, whose mercy grows brighter
The longer you look at the depths of His love;
O fear not, ’tis Jesus, and life’s cares grow lighter
While thinking of home and the glory above.