194. S. M. Anonymous. The Spirit Saith "Come!" 1 The Spirit in our hearts Is whispering, "Wanderer, come!" The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, "Come!" 2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, "Come!" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will, O, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life; 'Tis Jesus bids you come. 4 Lo! Jesus, who invites, Declares, "I quickly come!" Lord, even so! I wait thine hour; Jesus, my Saviour, come! 195. 7s. M. Anonymous. The Prodigal. 1 Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy Father's happy home, With thyself and God at war? Turn thee, brother, homeward come! 2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life's most golden hours? Turn thee, brother, God can save! 3 Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul? Discontent upon thy brow? Turn thee, God will make thee whole! 4 He can heal thy bitterest wound, He thy gentlest prayer can hear; Seek Him, for He may be found; Call upon Him; He is near. 196. L. M. Beard's Coll. Turn, Child of Doubt. 1 Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God! To error's joyless waste betrayed; No light will there illume thy road, No friendly voice will give thee aid. 2 O, turn, and leave that cheerless waste! The shade of death,--the maze of woe! There is a path that leads to rest, A fount of life is given below. 3 Thy friend, thy Lord, from heaven revealed, The lost, the erring, to recall, That sacred fountain hath unsealed; With voice of love he speaks to all. 4 He bids the dying wanderer turn, To walk in duty's way, and live; He speaks to wounded souls that mourn, He speaks,--to heal and to forgive. 197. 7s. M. Briggs' Coll. Come Home! 1 Soul! celestial in thy birth, Dwelling yet in lowest earth, Panting, shrinking to be free, Hear God's spirit whisper thee. 2 Thus it saith; in accents mild,-- "Weary wanderer, wayward child, From thy Father's earnest love Still forever wilt thou rove? 3 "Turn to hope, and peace, and light, Freed from sin, and earth, and night; I have called, entreated thee, In my mercies gentle, free. 4 "Human soul, in love divine I have sought to make thee mine; Still for thee good angels yearn; Human soul, return, return!" 198. C. M. Whittier. The Call.