Author:		Alfred H. Ackley, 1887-1960
Musician:		Bentley D. Ackley, 1872-1958

Vile and sinful though my heart may be,
Fully trusting, Lord, I come to Thee;
Thou hast pow'r to cleanse and make me free:
I am coming home.

Refrain:
Coming home, Coming home,
No longer in the path of sin to roam;
I'm coming home, coming home,
Lord Jesus, I am coming home.

Like a father seeks a wayward child,
Thou hast sought me o'er the desert wild;
Sick and helpless by my sin defiled,
I am coming home.

Pleading tenderly, Thy voice I hear;
Why should I refuse a Friend so dear?
Thou wilt take away my guilt and fear;
I am coming home.

Precious blood of Jesus, may its flow
Cleanse from evil, wash me white as snow;
There is hope alone in Thee, I know;
I am coming home.