Heard (Henderson), Josephine D.
|OUT IN THE DESERT.|
OUT in the desert afar, dost thou roam--
Out on the waste bleak and wild;
Why dost thou wander so far from thy home?
Wolves will o'ertake thee dear child.
Jesus stands pleading,
With wounds afresh bleeding;
O, come to his arms, meek and mild!
Out on the mountain so bare and so cold,
Hunger will blast thy fair cheek;
Jesus, the shepherd, has left the dear fold,
Now for THEE lost one to seek.
His tender voice calleth--
Hear the sweet tones low and meek!
Wander no longer across the wild moor;
Back to the fold quickly flee!
Jesus has kindly left open the door--
Open, O, wanderer for thee!
The light is still burning,
He waits thy returning--
O, prodigal wander no more!