Father I am coming home.
Thy child who far hath strayed.
The willful heart once want to roam.
Now at Thine altars laid.
Forgive the wayward life I led.
Cleanse Thou me of my shame.
Visit not Thy wrath upon my head.
Though Thee I oft profane.
For I now shun that downward path.
See the error of my ways.
Henceforth I’ll fear Thy righteous wrath.
And ever upward gaze.
Father I am coming home.
Home! Never more to stray.
The willful heart once won’t to roam.
Content at Thine altar I lay.