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Hymn #210: Afflictions, Though They Seem Severe

Hymn #209 Hymn #211

The Christian

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210 (C.M.) John Newton

Afflictions, though they seem severe,

In mercy oft are sent;

They stopped the prodigal's career,

And forced him to repent;

Although he no relenting 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,

Fall down 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 oh, forgive!"

"Enough!" the father 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 grace reveals,

To call poor sinners home;

More than a father's love He feels,

And welcomes all that come.

Hymn #209 Hymn #211