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 Then for his aged father he did send,

To whom he said my father and my friend,

My time is short that I have here to dwell,

Lord keep me from the burning lake of hell,

While tears like fountains trickled down his face

His father said my child this spark of grace;

Does cheer my soul, I'll join with thee in prayer,

And hope the Lord will our petition here.

Father I have been disobedient son,

A very wicked course of life I've run,

My end is drawing nigh, and let me have,

My father's blessing, that is all I crave.

Father what shall I do for to to be sav'd,

Since there is no repentance in the grave,

Suppose this wicked crime forgiven be,

Can I be pardon'd for my sins to thee.

Childish disobedience is a dreadfull thing;

Strictly does the Lord forbid that sin,

Honour your parents and you shall be,

Long is thee hand the Lord doth give to thee.

But I have the law of God transgress'd

My tender sister I of her life bereft,

I'm old in sin tho' in years but young

Father I've been a disobedient son.

Son, I pray to God both night and day,

For you while in this world you stay,

And I with the lord may pardon you,

Your crime is of the blackest hue.

O blessed Lord, great is the parent's care,

In mercy hear my father's prayer,

Then on their knees they straight way fell down,

The mournful father and the crying son.