1  I've wandered far away from God,

       Now I'm coming home;

    The paths of sin too long I've trod,

       Lord, I'm coming home.

 2  I've wasted many precious years,

       Now I'm coming home;

    I now repent with bitter tears,

       Lord, I'm coming home.

 3  I'm tired of sin and straying, Lord,

       Now I'm coming home;

    I'll trust Thy love, believe Thy word;

       Lord, I'm coming home.

 4  My soul is sick, my heart is sore,

       Now I'm coming home;

    My strength renew, my hope restore:

       Lord, I'm coming home.

 5  My only hope, my only plea,

       Now I'm coming home;

    That Jesus died, and died for me;

       Lord, I'm coming home.

 6  I need His cleansing blood, I know,

       Now I'm coming home;

    O wash me whiter than the snow;

       Lord, I'm coming home.