Scripture Verse

A man had two sons. The younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the share of the estate that falls to me. So he divided his wealth between them. And not many days later, the younger son gathered everything together and went on a journey into a distant country, and there he squandered his estate with loose living. Luke 15:11–13


Return of the Prodigal Son

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Spi­ri­tu­al Songs, Book 1, 1707, num­ber 123. The re­pent­ing pro­dig­al.

Music: The Waits’ Song Eng­lish tra­di­tion­al (🔊 pdf nwc).

Isaac Watts


Behold the wretch whose lust and wine
Had wasted his estate,
He begs a share among the swine,
To taste the husks they eat!

I die with hunger here, he cries,
“I starve in foreign lands;
My father’s house has large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.

I’ll go, and with a mournful tongue
Fall down before his face—
Father, I’ve done thy justice wrong,
Nor can deserve thy grace.

He said, and hastened to his home,
To seek his father’s love;
The father saw the rebel come,
And all his bowels move.

He ran, and fell upon his neck,
Embraced and kissed his son;
The rebel’s heart with sorrow brake
For follies he had done.

Take off his clothes of shame and sin,
The father gives command,
“Dress him in garments white and clean,
With rings adorn his hand.

A day of feasting I ordain,
Let mirth and joy abound;
My son was dead, and lives again,
Was lost, and now is found.