The prodigal son

Verse 1

Far, far away from my loving father, I had been wand’ring, wayward, wild, fearing only lest his anger overtake his sinful child.

Chorus

I will arise and go to Jesus, he will embrace me in his arms. In the arms of my dear Savior, oh, there are ten thousand charms.

Verse 2

Fain had I fed on the husks around me, till to myself I came, and said, “Plenty have my father’s servants; perish I for want of bread.”

Verse 3

I will arise, though faint and weary, home to my father I will go. Woe to me that e’er I wandered, ah, that I such need should know.

Verse 4

“Father,” I’ll say, “I have sinned before thee, no more may I be called thy son. Make me only as thy servant; pity me, a wretch undone!”

Verse 5

Then I arose and came to my father. Mercy amazing! Love unknown! He beheld me, ran, embraced me, pardoned, welcomed, called me “son”!