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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 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.
Eventide falleth,
His tender voice calleth—
Hear the sweet tones low and meek!
Hunger will blast thy fair cheek:
Jesus, the shepherd, has left the dear fold,
Now for thee lost one to seek.
Eventide falleth,
His tender voice calleth—
Hear the sweet tones low and meek!
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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!
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!
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