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Wanderer from Jesus, weary, sad, and lone,
Hear him gently calling now for thee;
Hear his precious promise to the erring one,
I will love you freely — come to me.
Calling, he is calling,
Hear him calling now for thee. . . .
Have earth's pleasures lured you, have temptations led,
Oft in paths of sin and shame to stray;
Hear the voice of Jesus peace and blessing shed,
" Come to me. I am the Truth, the Way "
Daylight fadeth quickly, night is coming on,
Dark will be thy path without a star;
Only trust him wholly, he will guide thee home,
O'er thy way he shineth from afar
Calling now for thee, calling now for thee,
Hear him calling, calling now for thee, now for thee.
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