PRODIGALS INVITED HOME.
LUKE 15.
COME to the Father, come!
Oh why so long delay?
He calls the wand'rers home;
Why should you absent stay?
Have you not sorely proved,
The weight of Satan's chain?
That all you've sought and loved,
Is vanity and pain?
Come, Come, Come!
Come to the Father, come
His message now receive;
He yearns to have you home;
His pard'ning love believe:
His arms are opened wide
To clasp you to His breast;
For you His Son has died:
Return, and be at rest.
Come, Come, Come!
Come, all ye lost and dead;
Ye starved and naked, come;
Come, for the feast is spread,
There 's bread enough and room
The fatted calf is killed,
The wine and milk abound;
With joy your Father 's filled
To see you safe and sound,
Come, Come, Come!
Come from the far-off land,
Where death and famine reign;
Why should you halting stand?
Eternal life you '11 gain:
The best robe you shall wear,
Of righteousness divine;
Acknowledged son and heir,
In glory, each shall shine,
Come, Come, Come!
Come to the Father, come!
He waits His child to greet;
Come to His happy home,-
What welcomes there you '11 meet!
The dance and music wait
To lift their liveliest strain;
When, ent'ring through the gate,
You 're safely home again-
Come, Come, Come!