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Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Hymnal: The Wesleyan Sacred Harp #110 (1855)
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Hymnal: The Wesleyan Sacred Harp #110 (1857)
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Sacred Harp #113 (1991) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English Tune Title: THE PRODIGAL SON
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Hymnal: New Select Hymns #119 (1835)
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Author: Newton Hymnal: Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book #130 (1952) Languages: English Tune Title: THE PRODIGAL
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Author: Newton Hymnal: Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune book #130 (1907) Languages: English Tune Title: THE PRODIGAL
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #305 (1884) Languages: English
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Our New Hymnal #354 (1893)
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe
I'll not die here for bread
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Wesleyan Methodist Hymnal #458 (1910) First Line: Afflictions, tho' they seem severe Languages: English Tune Title: THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN
I'll not die here for bread
The Prodigal Son
Hymnal: Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs #153 (1800) First Line: Afflictions, tho' they seem severe Lyrics: 1 Afflictions, tho' they seem severe,
In mercy oft are sent;
They stopp'd the prodigal's career,
And forc'd him to repent;
Altho' he no relenting felt
Till he had spent his store;
His stubborn heart began to melt,
When famine pinch'd him sore.
2 "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.
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"
3 His father saw him coming back,
He saw, and run, and smil'd;
And threw his arms around the neck,
Of his rebellious child.
"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.
4 "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. Languages: English
The Prodigal Son
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