The Prodigal

The won­der­ful love the fa­ther be­stowed

On him who re­turned from world­ly em­brace

Doth plain­ly fore­show how Christ will re­ceive

The pe­ni­tent soul that trusts in His grace.

Oh

pro­di­gal

turn from fol­ly and vice

Oh

wan­der no more in sor­row and shame;

Repent of your sins

arise and re­turn

The Fa­ther awaits the lost to re­claim.

Away from your home and kind­ness so dear

You long have re­mained ’mid hun­ger and cold;

There’s shel­ter and bread enough

and to spare

Come hast­en away

and en­ter the fold.

Oh

come and en­joy the boun­ti­ful feast

The par­don and love

the mer­cy and grace;

Thro’ Je­sus alone

who died to re­deem

The fall­en and lost

the sin-rui­ned race.