514. The wanderer no more will roam

1.
The wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the flock has come,
The prodigal is welcomed home,
O Lamb of God, through Thee.
2.
Though clothed 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,
God 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.
8.
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.