VII.
Then let us live that, when the call
Of the Great Trumpet wakes us all,
These words from God’s high throne may fall:
“Nullus abest.”
THE PRODIGAL’S RETURN.
(St. Luke’s Gospel, xv. 17-32.)
I.
Long, my Father, have I wandered
From the home I loved of old,—
All Thy tender mercies squandered,
All Thy loving-kindness sold.
II.
I have sinned against Thy goodness,
Mocked Thy sorrow, scorned Thy love;
Treated all Thy care with rudeness,
’Gainst Thy gentle Spirit strove.
III.
Far from Thy free, bounteous table,
I have fed on husks of sin;
Wayward, thankless, and unstable,
Father, wilt Thou take me in?