The wanderer no more will roam

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

Though clad in rags, by sin defiled, The Father hath embraced His child; And I am pardoned, reconciled, O Lamb of God, in Thee.

It is the Father's joy to bless, His love provides for me a dress, A robe of spotless righteousness, O Lamb of God in Thee.

Now shall my famished soul be fed, A feast of love for me is spread, I feed upon the children's bread, O Lamb of God, in Thee.

Yea, in the fullness of His grace He puts me in the children's place, Where I may gaze upon His face, O Lamb of God, in Thee.

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

And when I in Thy likeness shine, The glory and the praise be Thine, That everlasting joy is mine, O Lamb of God, in Thee.