Christian Worship The Prodigal’s Return.

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

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

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.

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

O, let thy boundless mercy shine
On my benighted soul,
Correct my passions, mend my heart,
And all my fears control.