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 brake
For follies he had done.
6 |Take off his clothes 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.|