274. 7s. M. Anonymous.
To the Prodigal Son.
1Brother, hast thou wandered far
From thy father's happy home?
With thyself and God at war?
Turn thee, brother, homeward come.
2Hast thou wasted all the powers
God for noble uses gave?
Squandered life's most golden hours?
Turn thee, brother, God can save!
3Is a mighty famine now
In thy heart and in thy soul?
Discontent upon thy brow?
Turn thee, God will make thee whole!
4Fall before him on the ground,
Pour thy sorrow in his ear,
Seek him, while he may be found,
Call upon him, while he's near.