1 Hark! the bell to prayer is calling,
"Wanderer, come!"
In God’s house with reverent feeling,
Seek thy home.
There’s a mansion far above thee,
Where dwell spirits pure and lovely;
Wanderer, ’tis thy home;
Wanderer, ’tis thy home.

2 Hark! those bell-tones sweetly pealing,
"Come, O come!"
Far and wide melodious stealing,
“Come, O come!”
Thro’ each heart the voice is thrilling,
Storms of grief and passion stilling,
Wanderer, hasten home;
Wanderer, hasten home.

3 Still the echoed voice is ringing,
"Come, O come!"
Every heart pure incense bringing,
Hither come.
Father, round the altar bending,
May our souls to Heav’n ascending,
Find in Thee their home,
Find in Thee their home.