The wanderer no more will roam;
The lost one to the fold hath come;
The prodigal is welcomed home,
O Lamb of God, in 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!

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!

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!

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!

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!

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!