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John Newton - The Prodigal Son
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Afflictions, though they seem severe;
In mercy oft are sent;
They stopped the prodigal`s 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. 

What have I gained by sin, he said,
But hunger, shame, and fear;
My father`s house abounds with bread,
While I am starving here. 

I`ll go, and tell him all I`ve done,
And fall before his face
Unworthy to be called his son,
I`ll seek a servant`s place. 

His father saw him coming back,
He saw, and ran, and smiled;
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child. 

Father, I`ve sinned - but O forgive!
I`ve heard enough, he said,
Rejoice my house, my son`s 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. 

`Tis thus the Lord his love reveals,
To call poor sinners home;
More than a father`s love he feels,
And welcomes all that come.
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