1 Weary of wand'ring from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow beneath the rod;
For Thee, not without hope, I mourn:
I have an Advocate above,
A Friend before the throne of love.

2 O Jesus! full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek Thy face;
Open Thine arms and take me in;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.

3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
Oh, for Thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more!
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer.