THE WANDERER'S RETURN by H. O. Nichols

Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Jul 8, 1852

THE WANDERER'S RETURN.

By H. O. Nichols

BY H. O. NICHOLS.

THERE is joy, there is joy, in the earth below, In the ranks of the chosen and true; And the care-worn brow has a kindlier glow, And the heart beats with rapture anew. For a brother once lost in a desert land, Whom we thought never more we should greet, Has now come again to our own little band— And the ties thrown around us are sweet.

There is joy, there is joy, let sorrow and care, With all trials awhile leave our mind; For a soul is brought in, salvation to share, By dark error no longer confined. O, loud let the voice of thanksgiving ascend, Like sweet incense unceasingly rise To Jesus, while we with new energy bend Our way where all happiness lies.

There is joy, there is joy in the realms above, In a land where true pleasure is known; For angels have borne there tidings of love, Then hasten the wanderer to own. See, they hover around when danger is near, When the tempter would bind by his power; While the Spirit and Word his presence does cheer, Giving light in the dark trying hour.

There'll be joy, there'll be joy, when trials are done, When the warfare with earth is all o'er; When the way-worn pilgrim the treasure has won, And the long course is trodden no more; When friends long divided are gathered again— In weariness never to roam, But enter the City with Jesus to reign, And eternally dwelling at home.

Dorchester, Mass.