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SS & S 435

Come home, come home!
You are weary at heart,
For the way has been dark.
And so lonely and wild:
O prodigal child!
Come home; oh, come home!

Come . . home! . .
Come, oh, come home! . .

Come home, come home!
For we watch and we wait;
And we stand at the gate;
While the shadows are piled:
O prodigal child!
Come home; oh, come home!

Come home, come home!
From the sorrow and blame,
From the sin and the shame,
And the tempter that smiled:
O prodigal child!
Come home; oh, come home!

Come home, come home!
There is bead and to spare,
And a warm welcome there:
Then, to friends reconciled,
O prodigal child!
Come home; oh, come home!