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==Music files==
==Music files==
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*{{CPDLno|12052}} [http://www.drdrbill.com/music.html {{net}}] PDF and MIDI files
*{{NewWork|2006-07-19}} '''CPDL #12052:''' [http://www.umsl.edu/~swlong/music.html http://www.cpdl.org/wiki/images/8/84/Icon_pdf.gif] [http://www.umsl.edu/~swlong/downloads/music/MusicPage.html http://www.cpdl.org/wiki/images/8/81/Icon_snd.gif]
{{Editor|William Long|2006-07-19}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|1|20}}{{Copy|CPDL}}
:'''Editor:''' [[User:William Long|William Long]] ''(added 2006-07-19)''.   '''Score information: '''Letter, 1 pages   '''Copyright:''' [[ChoralWiki:CPDL|CPDL]]
:'''Edition notes:'''
:'''Edition notes:'''


==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Prodigal Son, The''<br>
'''Title:''' ''Prodigal Son, The''<br>
'''Composer:''' [[Elisha J. King]]
{{Composer|Elisha J. King}}


'''Number of voices:''' 4vv&nbsp;'''Voicing:''' SATB<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Sacred music|Sacred]], [[:Category:Hymns|Hymns]]<br>
{{Genre|Sacred|Hymns}}
'''Language:''' English<br>
{{Language|English}}
'''Instruments: '''none, a cappella<br>
{{Instruments|A cappella}}
'''Published: '''
{{Pub|1|}}


'''Description: '''
'''Description:'''  


'''External websites: '''http://www.umsl.edu/~swlong/music.html
'''External websites:''' http://www.drdrbill.com/music.html


==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
1. Afflictions, tho' they seem severe,
Are oft in mercy sent;
They stopped the prodigal's career,
And caused him to repent.
'''Chorus:'''
Oh! I die with hunger here, he cries,
And starve in a foreign land,
My Father's house hath large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.
2. Although he no relenting felt
Till he had spent his store,
His stubborn heart began to melt,
When famine pinched him sore.
3. What have I gained by sin, he said:
But hunger, shame and fear,
My Father's house abounds with bread
Whilst I am starving here.
4. I'll go and tell him all I've done,
Fall down before his face;
Not worthy to be called his son,
I'll ask a servant's place.


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5. He saw his son returning back,
He looked, he ran, he smiled,
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.}}


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[[Category:Sheet music]]
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[[Category:Hymns]]
[[Category:SATB]]
[[Category:Romantic music]]
[[Category:Romantic music]]

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Editor: William Long (submitted 2006-07-19).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 20 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Prodigal Son, The
Composer: Elisha J. King

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published:

Description:

External websites: http://www.drdrbill.com/music.html

Original text and translations

English.png English text

1. Afflictions, tho' they seem severe,
Are oft in mercy sent;
They stopped the prodigal's career,
And caused him to repent.

Chorus:
Oh! I die with hunger here, he cries,
And starve in a foreign land,
My Father's house hath large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.
2. Although he no relenting felt
Till he had spent his store,
His stubborn heart began to melt,
When famine pinched him sore.

3. What have I gained by sin, he said:
But hunger, shame and fear,
My Father's house abounds with bread
Whilst I am starving here.

4. I'll go and tell him all I've done,
Fall down before his face;
Not worthy to be called his son,
I'll ask a servant's place.

5. He saw his son returning back,
He looked, he ran, he smiled,
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.