Wan’dring afar from home and God,
Foll’wing the way the lost have trod,
Reck’ning the blood of Christ in vain,
Bearing the blight of sin and shame.

Refrain:
Christ is calling,
Hear His voice,
He stands pleading,
Wand’rer make Him now your choice.

Oft in the stillness I must hear
Accents of duty loud and clear;
What can it mean my soul to be
List’ning the while Christ talks with me. [Refrain]

Mountain-like sins before me rise,
Clouds hide away the sunlit skies;
Weary and worn my soul would rest,
Lovingly on my Saviour’s breast. [Refrain]