I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against Heaven and you.@Luke 15:18
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Alfred H. Ackley (1887-1960)

Alfred H. Ackley, 1910.

Bentley D. Ackley (🔊 pdf nwc).

The clicking of the wheels on the rail joints on a stuffy day coach in which I was riding became so audible, and had such a persistently intrusive note, I found myself keeping time with the rhythmic clicks. I shifted from one thought to another, seeking to find a suitable phrase to match the rail-rhythm. All this without any definite ideas for a melody. Of course, the fact that I was hurrying home between meetings at Danville [Illinois], and Bellingham [Washington], focused my attention on my home, for I would not get to see my youngest daughter, then three months old, unless I left the Danville campaign Thursday before its close. This I did, and though the train out of Terre Haute [Indiana] carried no parlor car, that old stuffy day coach clicked out a matching rhythm to the idea fixed in my mind, ‘Well, I’m coming home today.’ On the little pad which I invariably carried with me in those days, I jotted down the idea and the melody which accompanied it, suggested with words beaten out by the car-clicking wheels on the rails.

My brother, A. H. Ackley, to whom I immediately sent the manuscript, wrote the words on the theme, and to the melody I had sent him. I took the song with me when we opened the Billy Sunday meetings at New Castle [Pennsylvania], in 1910.

Bentley Ackley, quoted in Sanville, p. 68

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Bentley D. Ackley (1872-1958)

Jesus, I am coming home today, for
I have found there’s joy in Thee alone;
From the path of sin I turn away; now
I am coming home.

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Jesus, I am coming home today,
Never, never more from Thee to stray;
Lord, I now accept Thy precious promise,
I am coming home.

Many years my heart has strayed from Thee, and
Now repentant to Thy throne I come;
Jesus opened up the way for me; now
I am coming home.

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O the misery my sin has caused me,
Naught but pain and sorrow I have known;
Now I seek Thy saving grace and mercy;
I am coming home.

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Fully trusting in Thy precious promise,
With no righteousness to call my own,
Pleading nothing but the blood of Jesus,
I am coming home.

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Now I seek the cross where Jesus died! For
All my sins His blood will still atone,
Flowing o’er till ev’ry stain is covered;
I am coming home.

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