Return, ye prodigals

Author: Joseph H. Martin

Late 19th Century Martin was a minister. Lyrics-- Come un­to Me Coming of the Lord Draw­eth Nigh, The Rose May Yield a Sweet Per­fume, The Sabbath Bells Are Ring­ing, The Sabbath Morn Is Beam­ing, The Thee I Seek, O Gra­cious Sav­ior There Are Bright Lit­tle Ones There Is a Cleans­ing Fount­ain There Is a Crim­son Fount­ain There Is a Gate That Stands Ajar There Is a Lad­der Great There Is a Man­sion Fair and Bright There Is a Star of All Most Bright There Was Love, Deep Love There’s a Home for the Blest There’s a Man­sion of Rest There’s a Song of Joy There’s a Voice That Speaks There’s a Well in the De­sert The… Go to person page >

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First Line: Ye prodigals that wildly roam
Title: Return, ye prodigals
Author: Joseph H. Martin
Refrain First Line: Come back to the father's home



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