Gods Call of Grace

Return, O wanderer, now return,
And seek thy Father’s face;
Those new desires which in thee burn
Were kindled by His grace.

Return, O wanderer, now return,
And wipe the falling tear:
Thy Father calls,
no longer mourn;
’Tis love invites thee near

William Benco Collyer

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