The wanderer no more will roam, The lost one to the fold hath come, The prodigal is welcomed home, O Lamb of God, to Thee! O Lamb of God, to Thee! Though clothed in rags, by sin defiled, The Father did embrace His child; And I am pardoned, reconciled, O Lamb of God, in Thee! O Lamb of God, in Thee! 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! O Lamb of God, in Thee! 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! O Lamb of God, in Thee! 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! O Lamb of God, in Thee!