Love for All

Love for all! and can it be?
Can I hope it is for me—
I, who strayed so long ago;
Strayed so far, and fell so low?

I, the disobedient child,
Wayward, passionate and wild;
I, who left my Father's home,
In forbidden ways to roam;

I, who spurned his loving hold;
I, who would not be controlled;
I, who would not hear his call;
I, the wilful prodigal—

To my Father can I go?
At his feet myself I'll throw;
In his house there yet may be
Place—a servant's place—for me.

See! my Father waiting stands;
See! he reaches out his hands:
God is love; I know, I see,
Love for me—yes, even me.