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The Prodigal.

Brother, hast thou wandered far

From thy Father’s happy home,

With thyself and God at war?

Turn thee, brother, homeward come!

Hast thou wasted all the powers

God for noble uses gave?

Squandered life’s most golden hours?

Turn thee, brother, God can save!

Is a mighty famine now

In thy heart and in thy soul?

Discontent upon thy brow?

Turn thee, God will make thee whole!

He can heal thy bitterest wound,

He thy gentlest prayer can hear;

Seek Him, for He may be found;

Call upon Him; He is near.

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