Many Are Prodigals Wandering Far
Many are prodigals-wandering far
In countries of famine and woe,
Unshined upon there by love’s beautiful star,
A sorrowful harvest to know.
Love them, love them into the kingdom,
Help the dear wanderers there;
Love them-pray them into the kingdom,
Take no denial, in pray’r.
Many are friendless, they journey unknown,
They think there is no one to care;
Oh, will you not comfort the sad and the lone,
And lead them your blessings to share. [Refrain]
Many are hardened at pitiful cost;-
Remember God’s promise to claim!
It is not His will that one soul should be lost,
Pray on in Christ’s wonderful name. [Refrain]