The Little Wanderer

1 Jesus to thy dear arms I flee,
I have no other help but thee;
For thou dost suffer me to come,
O take a little wand'rer home.

2 Jesus, I'll try my cross to bear,
I'll follow thee and never fear;
From thy dear fold I would not roam;
O take a little wanderer home.

3 Jesus, I cannot see thee here,
Yet still I know thou'rt very near;
O say my sins are all forgiven,
And I shall dwell with thee in heaven.

4 And now, dear Jesus, I am thine.
O be thou ever, ever mine,
And let me never, never roam
From thee, the little wanderer's home.

Source: The Plymouth Sabbath School Collection of Hymns and Tunes #62