The Returning Prodigal

Verse 1

The long-lost son, with streaming eyes, From folly just awake, Reviews his wanderings with surprise; His heart begins to break.

Verse 2

I starve, he cries, nor can I bear The famine in this land, While servants of my father share The bounty of his hand.

Verse 3

With deep repentance I'll return, And seek my father's face; Unworthy to be called a son, I'll ask a servant's place.

Verse 4

Far off the father saw him move-- In pensive silence mourn-- And quickly ran, with arms of love, To welcome his return.

Verse 5

Through all the courts the tidings flew, And spread the joy around; The angels tuned their harps anew-- The long-lost son is found!