In the land of strangers,
whither thou art gone,
hear a far voice calling
My son! my son!


Welcome! wand'rer, welcome
welcome back to home!
Thou hast wander'd far away:
Come home, come home!

From the land of hunger,
fainting, famish'd,lone,
Come to love and gladness,
My son! my son!

Quit the haunts of riot,
wasted, woe be gone;
Sick at heart and weary,
My son! my son!

See the door still open!
thou art still my own;
eyes of love are on thee,
My son! my son!

Far off thou hast wandered:
Wilt thou farther roam?
Come! and all is pardoned,
My son! my son!

See the well-spread table,
unforgoten one!
here is rest and plenty,
My son! my son!

Thou art friendless, homeless,
hopeless, and undone;
Mine is love unchanging
My son! my son!