Far, Far Away / I Will ArIse

Far, far away from my loving father,
I had been wand’ring, wayward, wild,
fearing only lest his anger
overtake his sinful child.

Fain had I fed on the husks around me,
till to myself I came, and said,
“Plenty have my father’s servants;
perish I for want of bread.”

I will arise, though faint and weary,
home to my father I will go.
Woe to me that e’er I wandered,
ah, that I such need should know.

“Father,” I’ll say, “I have sinned before thee,
no more may I be called thy son.
Make me only as thy servant;
pity me, a wretch undone!”

Then I arose and came to my father.
Mercy amazing! Love unknown!
He beheld me, ran, embraced me,
pardoned, welcomed, called me “son”!