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Prodigal Son

Eliza Carthy
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Afflictions though they seem severe Are often mercies sent They stopped the prodigal's career And caused him to repent "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "And starve in a foreign land My father's house hath large supplies And bounteous are his hands" Although he no panting felt Till he had spent his store His stubborn heart began to melt When famine pinched him sore "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "And starve in a foreign land My father's house hath large supplies And bounteous are his hands" "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" "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "And starve in a foreign land My father's house hath large supplies And bounteous are his hands" "I'll go and tell him what I've done Fall down before his face Not worthy to be called his son I'll ask a servant's place" "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "And starve in a foreign land My father's house hath large supplies And bounteous are his hands" He saw his son returning back He looked to him and he smiled And threw his arms around The neck of his rebellious child "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "And starve in a foreign land My father's house hath large supplies And bounteous are his hands" "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries "And starve in a foreign land My father's house hath large supplies And bounteous are his hands"