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Afflictions, though they seem severe;
In mercy oft are sent;
They stopped the prodigal¬ís career,
And forced him to repent.
Although he no relentings felt
Till he had spent his store;
His stubborn heart began to melt
When famine pinched him sore.
¬ďWhat have I gained by sin, he said,
But hunger, shame, and fear;
My father¬ís house abounds with bread,
While I am starving here.
I¬íll go, and tell him all I¬íve done,
And fall before his face
Unworthy to be called his son,
I¬íll seek a servant¬ís place.¬Ē
His father saw him coming back,
He saw, and ran, and smiled;
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.
¬ďFather, I¬íve sinned¬óbut O forgive!¬Ē
I¬íve heard enough, he said,
Rejoice my house, my son¬ís alive,
For whom I mourned as dead.
Now let the fatted calf be slain,
And spread the news around;
My son was dead, but lives again,
Was lost, but now is found.
¬íTis thus the Lord His love reveals,
To call poor sinners home;
More than a father¬ís love He feels,
And welcomes all that come.