1 Return, O wanderer, now return,
And seek thy Father's face;
Those new desires which in thee burn,
Were kindled by his grace.
We are passing away,
We are passing away,
We are passing away,
To the great judgment day.

2 Return, O wanderer, now return,
He hears thy humble sigh!
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no none else is nigh.
We are passing away,
We are passing away,
We are passing away,
To the great judgment day.

3 Return, O wanderer, now return,
Thy Savior bids thee live;
Go to his feet, and grateful, learn
How freely he'll forgive.
We are passing away,
We are passing away,
We are passing away,
To the great judgment day.

3 Return, O wanderer, now return,
And wipe the falling tear;
Thy Father calls; no longer mourn;
'Tis love invites thee near.
We are passing away,
We are passing away,
We are passing away,
To the great judgment day.