Come, Prodigal, Come

O soul in the far away coun­try

Aweary

and fa­mished

and sad

There’s rest in the home of the Fa­ther

His wel­come will make thy heart glad.

Come

come

pro­di­gal

come

And wan­der no long­er afar from home;

Come

come

pro­di­gal

come

A wel­come awaits in thy Fa­ther’s home.

Arise! and come back to thy Fa­ther

He’ll meet thee while yet on the way;

Assured of His ten­der com­pas­sion

O why wilt thou long­er de­lay?

Although thou hast sinned against Heav­en

And weak and un­wor­thy may be;

He of­fers thee full res­to­ra­tion

And par­don abun­dant and free.