O sin­ner, come home, the ban­quet is wait­ing,
Return to thy Fa­ther, sin’s fol­ly for­sak­ing;
That Fa­ther still loves thee, and waits to em­brace
His pe­ni­tent child, when re­turn­ing through grace.

Refrain

Then, sin­ner, come home; the feast is all rea­dy;
Prepared for the blind, the poor and the needy;
The worst are in­vit­ed, all wel­come will be;
Return, then, there’s room at this ta­ble for thee.

Thy sins have been great, thy wan­der­ings far;
But great­er His mer­cy; then fol­low yon star,
That leads thee to Him, whom the an­gels adore;
And be hap­py at home, thence to wan­der no more.

Refrain

He will not up­braid thee with sins of the past;
The Lord will for­give; He is true to the last;
The law of His mer­cy can not be re­pealed,
It stand­eth for­ev­er, with blood it is sealed.

Refrain