1 Behold the Wretch whose Lust and Wine,
Had wasted his Estate,
He begs a Share among the Swine,
To taste the Husks they eat!
2 I die with Hunger here, he cries,
I starve in foreign Lands;
My Father's House has large Supplies
And bounteous are his Hands.
3 I'll go, and with a mournful Tongue
Fall down before his Face;
Father I've done thy Justice wrong,
Nor can deserve thy Grace.
4 He said, and hasten'd to his Home,
To seek his Father's Love;
The Father saw the Rebel come,
And all his Bowels move.
5 He ran and fell upon his Neck,
Embrac'd and kiss'd his Son;
The Rebel's Heart with Sorrow break,
For Follies he had done.
6 Take off his Cloaths of Shame and Sin,
(The Father gives Command)
Dress him in Garments white and clean,
With Rings adorn his Hand.
7 A Day of Feasting I ordain,
Let Mirth and Joy abound;
My Son was dead and lives again,
Was lost and now is found.
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First Line: | Behold the Wretch whose Lust and Wine |
Title: | The repenting Prodigal |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1774 |