In the land of strangers,
Whither thou art gone,
Hear a far voice calling,
“My son! my son!
Welcome, wanderer! welcome! welcome back to home!
Thou hast wandered far away: come home j come home! "
Warning end Entreaty
“From the land of hunger,
Fainting, famished, lone,
Come to love and gladness,
My son! my son!
“Quit the haunts of riot,
Wasted, woe-begone;
Sick at heart and weary,
My son! my son!
“See the door still open!
Thou art still my own;
Eyes of love are on thee,
My son! my son!
“Far off thou hast wandered:
Wilt thou farther roam?
Come! and all is pardoned,
My son! my son!
“See the well-spread table,
Unforgotten one!
Here is rest and plenty,
My son! my son!
“Thou art friendless, homeless,
Hopeless, and undone;
Mine is love unchanging,
