I've wandered far away from God
Now I'm coming home
The paths of sin too long I've trod
Lord, I'm coming home

Coming home, coming home
Nevermore to roam
Open wide Thine arms of love
Lord, I'm coming home

I've wasted many precious years
Now I'm coming home
I now repent with bitter tears
Lord, I'm coming home

I'm tired of sin and straying, Lord
Now I'm coming home
I'll trust Thy love, believe Thy word
Lord, I'm coming home

My soul is sick, my heart is sore
Now I'm coming home
My strength renew, my home restore
Lord, I'm coming home

My only hope, my only plea
Now I'm coming home
That Jesus died, and died for me
Lord, I'm coming home

I need His cleansing blood I know
Now I'm coming home
Oh, wash me whiter than the snow
Lord, I'm coming home

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Writer(s): WM. J. KIRKPATRICK