Our will­ful hearts have gone astray;
Our feet have wan­dered far away;
O God, re­mem­ber not the day
When we for­sook Thy love.

O pa­tient eyes that saw us go!
O care­less hearts to grieve Him so!
O feet so swift to leave, so slow
When we came back to Love!

We fol­lowed far the way­ward will;
Our eyes turned home from ev­ery hill;
They found Thee wait­ing, watch­ing still,
When we came back to Love.

We found no home to east or west;
We bore no peace with­in the breast,
Until once more we were at rest
When we came back to Love.

Our Father! Hal­lowed be the name
That all with­in Thy house pro­claim;
Their pray­er and ours at last the same—
Thy will be done, O Love.