Lyrics
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.
Coming home, coming home,
Never more to roam,
Open wide Thine arms of love,
Lord, I'm coming home.
I've wasted many precious years,
Now I'm coming home;
I now repent with bitter tears,
Lord, I'm coming home.
I'm tired of sin and straying, Lord,
Now I'm coming home;
I'll trust Thy love, believe Thy word,
Lord, I'm coming home.
My soul is sick, my heart is sore,
Now I'm coming home;
My strength renew, my hope restore,
Lord, I'm coming home.
My only hope, my only plea,
Now I'm coming home;
That Jesus died, and died for me,
Lord, I'm coming home.
I need His cleansing blood, I know;
Now I'm coming home;
O wash me whiter than the snow,
Lord, I'm coming home.
Public domain hymn text and tune (published 1892). Words and music by William J. Kirkpatrick.
The Story Behind the Hymn
William J. Kirkpatrick wrote "Lord, I'm Coming Home" in 1892 at a camp meeting in Rawlinsville, Pennsylvania, under circumstances that gave the hymn an immediate, personal purpose. Kirkpatrick had a young soloist working with him at the meeting who was not yet a believer, and Kirkpatrick, praying specifically for that young man's conversion, found the words of this hymn coming to him and wrote them down quickly.
That same night, the soloist sang the finished hymn — and, according to the account passed down with the song, was converted through singing his own words back to the congregation. Kirkpatrick published the hymn later that year in Winning Songs, issued in Philadelphia.
Kirkpatrick had come to music relatively late in life: trained originally as a carpenter, he worked in the furniture business for sixteen years before leaving that trade behind in 1878 to devote himself entirely to church music, eventually serving as music director at Grace Methodist Church in Philadelphia and composing tunes for several of Fanny Crosby's texts.
The hymn casts its singer directly as the prodigal son of Luke 15, returning home after wasting his years in a far country — each of its six verses adding a new admission of failure or need, but each one closing on the same resolved decision: Lord, I'm coming home.
