1 The long-lost son, with streaming eyes,
From folly just awake,
Reviews his wanderings with surprise;
His heart begins to break.
2 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear
The famine in this land,
While servants of my father share
The bounty of his hand.
3 With deep repentance I'll return,
And seek my father's face;
Unworthy to be called a son,
I'll ask a servant's place.
4 Far off the father saw him move--
In pensive silence mourn--
And quickly ran, with arms of love,
To welcome his return.
5 Through all the courts the tidings flew,
And spread the joy around;
The angels tuned their harps anew--
The long-lost son is found!
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #426