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I've wandered far away from God,
Now I'm coming home;
The paths of sin too long I've trod;
Lord, I'm coming home.
Refrain
Coming home, coming home
Never more to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love;
Lord I'm coming home.
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I've wasted many precious years,
Now I'm coming home;
I now repent with bitter tears;
Lord, I'm coming home.
3
I'm tired of sin and straying Lord,
Now I'm coming home;
I'll trust thy love belive thy word;
Lord I'm coming home.
4
My only hope, my only plea,
Now I'm coming home;
That Jesus died, and died for me;
Lord I'm coming home.
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I need His cleansing blood I know,
Now I'm coming home;
O wash me whiter than the snow;
Lord I'm coming home.
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