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.