Come, Prodigal, Come

by W. A. Ogden

The fountain of salvation
Is flowing full and free,
And jesus stands inviting:
O sinner, come to me.
I hear his sweet voice pleading.
For me 'tis interceding;
The way I know,
And I will go,—
My Saviour calls for me.

I hear his cry, "'Tis finished,"
His bleeding body see;
His loving accents thrills me,
His blessed "Come to me."
I hear his sweet voice pleading.
For me 'tis interceding;
The way I know,
And I will go,—
My Saviour calls for me.

His blessed invitation
I will no longer spurn,
And from my great example
I will no longer turn.
I hear his sweet voice pleading.
For me 'tis interceding;
The way I know,
And I will go,—
My Saviour calls for me.

Chorus

Copme, prodigal, caome,
While yet ther's room;
Come, pordigal, come!
Thy Saviour calleth thee.