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When to his father’s fond embrace
The Prodigal returned,
The tears bedewed his aged face;
With love his bosom burned.
He kissed him with a father’s love,
Though he such crimes had done;
Reproved the sin that made him rove,
Yet owned him for his son.
For him the fatted calf they slew,
The father’s grace to prove:
While on the rebel’s hand we view
The tokens of his love.
With a bright robe my son array,
For ’tis my royal will;
Make no excuse—without delay,
For he’s a favourite still.
His shame, his folly, and his sin,
The father saw no more;
His thoughts, his ways, his acts unclean,
This garment covered o’er.
Thus shall Jehovah's sovereign grace,
Through Jesu’s blood alone,
Bring all th’apostate ransomed race,
With weeping, to his throne.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 15:20-30;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1815 | # 488 |
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YORK
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1650
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 510 | F | | # 61 | F | | # 237 | F | | # 243 | G | | # 347 | G |
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