Come Home, My Child (EN 4198)

EN 4198

Come Home, My Child

John.6.37

Come home, come home, my child, O where art thou?

Break, break the chain that holds the captive now;

A mother’s heart is yearning still for thee,

And pleads in tears, “Come home, my child, to me.”

Come home, come home,

O wand’ring child, come home;

From those who love thee well,

Why longer roam?

O blessed time, when thou wast young and fair;

When days were bright, nor filled with anxious care:

Bright were my hopes of future years for thee,

But still I hope thou wilt come back to me.

Canst thou, my child, forget a mother’s prayer,

Her tender love, her long unwearied care?

Come back, my child, whate’er thy faults may be;

I love thee still, and ever pray for thee.