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Welcome! wanderer, welcome!
In the land of strangers,
whither thou art gone,
hear a far voice calling
My son! my son!
Chorus
Welcome! wanderer, welcome
welcome back to home!
Thou hast wander'd far away:
Come home, come home!
From the land of hunger,
fainting, famish'd,lone,
Come to love and gladness,
My son! my son!
Quit the haunts of riot,
wasted, woe be gone;
Sick at heart and weary,
My son! my son!
See the door still open!
thou art still my own;
eyes of love are on thee,
My son! my son!
Far off thou hast wandered:
Wilt thou farther roam?
Come! and all is pardoned,
My son! my son!
See the well-spread table,
unforgoten one!
here is rest and plenty,
My son! my son!
Thou art friendless, homeless,
hopeless, and undone;
Mine is love unchanging
My son! my son!
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