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