The wanderer no more will roam

1 The wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the fold hath come,
The prodigal is welcomed home,
O Lamb of God, to Thee!

2 Though loathed in rags, by sin defiled,
The Father did embrace His child;
And I am pardoned, reconciled,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

3 It is the Father's joy to bless;
His love has found for me a dress,
A robe of spotless righteousness,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

4 And now my famished soul is fed,
A feast of love for me is spread,
I feed upon the children's bread,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

5 Yea, in the fullness of His grace,
Got put me in the children's place,
Where I may gaze upon His face,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

6 Not half His love can I express,
Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess,
This blessed portion I possess.
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

7 Thy precious name it is I bear,
In Thee I am to God brought near,
And all the Father's love I share,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

Source: A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 #3A