Letras
Afflictions though they seem severe
Are often mercies sent
They stopped the prodigal's career
And caused him to repent
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"And starve in a foreign land
My father's house hath large supplies
And bounteous are his hands"
Although he no panting felt
Till he had spent his store
His stubborn heart began to melt
When famine pinched him sore
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"And starve in a foreign land
My father's house hath large supplies
And bounteous are his hands"
"What have I gained by sin," he said
"But hunger, shame, and fear?
My father's house abounds with bread
While I am starving here"
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"And starve in a foreign land
My father's house hath large supplies
And bounteous are his hands"
"I'll go and tell him what I've done
Fall down before his face
Not worthy to be called his son
I'll ask a servant's place"
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"And starve in a foreign land
My father's house hath large supplies
And bounteous are his hands"
He saw his son returning back
He looked to him and he smiled
And threw his arms around
The neck of his rebellious child
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"And starve in a foreign land
My father's house hath large supplies
And bounteous are his hands"
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"Oh, I die with hunger here," he cries
"And starve in a foreign land
My father's house hath large supplies
And bounteous are his hands"