coming home

Vile and sinful tho' my heart may be,
Fully trusting Lord, I come to Thee;
Thou hast pow'r to cleanse and make me free,
I am coming home.

Coming home, coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;
I'm coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.

Like a father seeks a wayward child,
Thou hast sought me o'er the desert wild,
Sick and helpless, by my sin defiled,
I am coming home.

Coming home, coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;
I'm coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.

Pleading tenderly, His voice I hear,
Why should I refuse a friend so dear?
He will take away my guilt and fear,
I am coming home.


Coming home, coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;
I'm coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.

Precious blood of Jesus, may its flow
Cleanse from evil, wash me white as snow;
There is hope alone in Thee, I know,
I am coming home.


Coming home, coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;
I'm coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.


Tell my mother what her boy has done,
God has spoken to her wayward son;
To be faithful till my crown is won,
I am coming home.


Coming home, coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;

I'm coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.