I'll die no more for bread,

I'll die no more for bread he cried,
Nor starve in foreign lands,
My Father's house has large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.

2. 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.

3. I'll go and tell him all I've done,
Fall down before his face,
Unworthy to be called his son,
I'll seek a servent's place,

I'll die no more for bread,

5. 'Father I've sinned, but O forgive!'
Enough! the father said:
Rejoice, my house, my son's alive,
For whom I mourned as dead,

6. Now let the fatted calf be slain,
And spread the news around;
My son was dead, and lives again,
Was lost, but now is found.

7. 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals,
To call poor sinners home,
More than a Father's love he feels
And welcomes all that come.