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The Prodigal, with streaming eyes,
From folly just awake,
Reviews his wand'rings with surprise;
His heart begins to break.
I starve, he cries, nor can I bear
The famine in this land;
While servants of my Father share
The bounty of his hand.
With deep repentance I'll return
And seek my Father's face;
Unworthy to be call'd a son,
I'll ask a servant's place,
Far off, He saw him slowly move.
In pensive silence mourn;
The Father ran with arms of love
To welcome his return.
Thro' all the courts the tidings flew,
And spread the joy around;
The angels tun'd their harps anew;
The Prodigal is found!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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Name:
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COLCHESTER
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1734
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 41 | C | | # 637 | D |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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