1 “I will arise and go to my Father,”
Tho’ I’m unworthy the name of a son;
Yea, He hath loved and redeemed me in Jesus,
But form my home I have run.
Refrain:
In the presence of angels, there’s joy, great joy,
When a wandering one cometh home,
When the prodigal seeketh his Father’s house,
No more from His presence to roam.
2 “I will arise and go to my Father,”
Servant I’ll be unto Him from today,
Bread He has plenty, then why need I hunger,
Feeding on husks far away? [Refrain]
3 “I will arise and go to my Father,”
I will confess and acknowledge my sin,
He will forgive and renew me in Jesus,
Cleanse me without and within. [Refrain]
4 “I will arise and go to my Father,”
Wandering soul, shall not this be your cry?
Go like the prodigal son to his father,
Go, for God bids thee draw nigh. [Refrain]
Source: The Voice of Thanksgiving No. 3 #20