1 O blessèd grief that brings relief
To prodigals afar!
The Father there has honored prayer,
And takes us as we are.
O wondrous grace that makes a place
For all who cease to roam!
With joyful song, and festive throng,
The Father takes us home.
2 From want and waste we gladly haste,
The heavenly hills we see;
We’re saved and blest, we’re home at rest,
With joy, dear Lord, in Thee. [Refrain]
3 The home long sought, the best robe brought,
The festal fatling slain—
The shoes, the ring, the hearts that sing—
O hear the joyful strain. [Refrain]
4 From wanderings vain, at home again,
The lost, the dead restored!
From His dear heart no more to part,
Nor from His regal board. [Refrain]Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10232