The Prodigal Child (Cosner)

The Sav­ior in­vites you

poor wan­der­er

come

The Fa­ther is wait­ing to wel­come you home;

Now cease from your wan­d’ring

so lone­ly and wild

Return to your Fa­ther

O pro­di­gal child.

O come

trem­bling mourn­er

oh

come

and be blest

Here lay down your bur­den that you may find rest.

Be cleansed from your sin

and to God re­con­ciled

Return to your Fa­ther

O pro­di­gal child.

Return to the Fa­ther who holds you so dear;

Say

why will you per­ish when plen­ty is near?

Tho’ poor and un­wor­thy

with sin all de­filed

The Fa­ther will wel­come His pro­di­gal child.

Poor wan­der­er

haste

for the night draw­eth nigh;

Say

will you lin­ger still there in dark­ness and die?

Oh

leave the lone de­sert

where sha­dows are piled;

Return to your Fa­ther

O pro­di­gal child.