O blessèd grief that brings relief
To prodigals afar!
The Father there has honored prayer
And takes us as we are.
O wondrous grace that makes a place
For all who cease to roam!
With joyful song
and festive throng
The Father takes us home.
From want and waste we gladly haste
The heavenly hills we see;
We’re saved and blest
we’re home at rest
With joy
dear Lord
in Thee.
The home long sought
the best robe brought
The festal fatling slain—
The shoes
the ring
the hearts that sing—
O hear the joyful strain.
From wanderings vain
at home again
The lost
the dead restored!
From His dear heart no more to part
Nor from His regal board.
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