How many hired servants of my father’s have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger.@Luke 15:17
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John Newton (1725-1807)

John Newton, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1, number 104. The prodigal son.

St. Magnus attributed to Jeremiah Clarke, in The Divine Companion, second edition, by Henry Playford (London: 1707); harmony by William H. Monk, 1868 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William H. Monk (1823-1889)

Afflictions, though they seem severe,
In mercy oft are sent;
They stopped the prodigal’s career,
And forced him to repent.

Although he no relentings felt
Till he had spent his store;
His stubborn heart began to melt
When famine pinched him sore.

“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.

I’ll go, and tell him all I’ve done,
And fall before his face
Unworthy to be called his son,
I’ll seek a servant’s place.

His father saw him coming back,
He saw, and ran, and smiled;
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.

Father, I’ve sinned—but O forgive!
I’ve heard enough, he said,
“Rejoice my house, my son’s alive,
For whom I mourned as dead.

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.

’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.