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.