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| 1 |
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe, Are oft in mercy sent: They stopped the prodigal's career, And caused him to repent. (Chorus) |
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe,, Stanza 1 |
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| Chorus |
Oh, I die with hunger, here he cries, And starve in a foreign land, My Father's house hath large supplies, And bounteous are his hands. |
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| 2 |
Although he no relenting felt Till he had spent his store, His stubborn heart began to melt When famine pinched him sore. (Chorus) |
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe,, Stanza 2 |
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| 3 |
What have I gained by sin, he said, But hunger, shame and fear? My Father's house abounds with bread, Whilst I am starving here. (Chorus) |
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe,, Stanza 3 |
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| 4 |
I'll go and tell him what I've done, Fall down before his face, Not worthy to be called his son, I'll ask a servant's place. (Chorus) |
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe,, Stanza 4 |
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| 5 |
He saw his son returning back, He looked, he ran, he smiled, And threw his arms around the neck Of his rebell'ous child. (Chorus) |
Afflictions, tho' they seem severe,, Stanza 5 |