GOD'S BOUNTY IS FOR ALL

When my brother, like the prodigal,Has strayed far from the foldAnd wasted his inheritance, then,Like the brother of old,Should I bar my door to the wandererOr his repentance spurn?No, I'd open wide my heart and armsTo welcome his return.

These words, "Son, thou art ever with me,And all . . . I have is thine,"Will stand forever. This bounty isFor all—for me and mine.

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