The Minstrel of Zion ‎#42

42. The prodigal

1 Ye erring souls, that wildly roam
From heav'n and bliss astray;
Your Father's voice invites you home,
He makes a feast today.

Chorus:
"Oh, I'll not die here with want severe,
And starve in foreign lands;
In my Father's house are rich supplies,
And bounteous are his hands."

2 And thou art bidden weary one,
With wants and woes opprest;
And every far off wandering son
May be a welcome guest. [Chorus]

3 Return, thou prodigal, return;
Thy Father bids thee come;
He doth thy needless absence mourn,
Thou erring child, come home. [Chorus]

4 Come, for the feast already waits,
The fatlings all are slain:
Go, seek with haste his palace gate:
Nor shalt thou seek in vain. [Chorus]

5 The Father stands and waits to greet
His late-returning son;
Go, haste thee, child, he runs to meet
And kiss thee as his own. [Chorus]

Text Information

• First Line: Ye erring souls, that wildly roam
• Title: The prodigal
• Refrain First Line: Oh I'll not die here with want severe
• Publication Date: 1845

Tune Information

• Name: THE PRODIGAL
• Composer: S. W.
• Meter: C. M.
• Key: F Major or modal