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Afflictions, though they seem severe

John Newton

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1 Afflictions, tho' they seem severe,
In mercy oft are sent;
They stopp'd the prodigal's career,
And forc'd him to repent;

Refrain (Sankey): 
I’ll die no more for bread, he cried,
Nor starve in foreign lands;
My father’s house has large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.

Refrain (Sacred Harp):
Oh, I die for hunger here, he cries,
Oh, I die for hunger here, he cries,
And starve in a foreign land.
My father's house hath large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.

2 Altho' he no relenting felt
Till he had spent his store;
His stubborn heart began to melt,
When famine pinch'd him sore.

3 "What have I gain'd by sin," he said,
"But hunger, shame and fear?
My father's house abounds in bread,
Whilst I am starving here.

4 I'll go and tell him all I've done,
Fall down before his face;
Unworthy to be call'd his son,
I'll seek a servant's place"

5 His father saw him coming back,
He saw, and run, and smil'd;
And threw his arms around the neck,
Of his rebellious child.

6 "Father, I've sinn'd--but O forgive!"
"I've heard enough" he said,
"Rejoice, my house, my son's alive,
For whom I mourn'd as dead.

7 "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."

8 '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.
    

Tune:

THE PRODIGAL SON [Sacred Harp]

THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN [Ira D. Sankey]