O Prodigal Child, Come Home

by Frank M. Davis

O prodigal child, so far from home,
In want and sore distress,
Thy Father is calling thee, return
To joy and happiness.

O prodigal child, don't stay away,
In suf'ring, sorrow shame;
Thy Father now stands with open arms,
His lost son to reclaim.

O prodigal child, thy Father calls,
And waits thy coming feet;
Come home, and thy wants shall be supplied
With pardon full and complete

Chorus

Come home, come home,
Why Will you still far away roam?
Thy Father is calling so tenderly,
O prodigal child come home.