Proverbs 22:19

• [Pro 22:19] Mother’s Goodbye, The

  Sit down by the side of your mother, my boy, You have only a moment, I know; But you’ll stay till I give you my parting advice, ’Tis all that I have to bestow. You leave us to seek for employment, my boy, By the world you have yet to be tried; But in all the temptations and struggles you meet, May your heart in the Savior confide. Refrain Hold fast to the right, Hold fast to the right, Wherever your footsteps may roam; O forsake not the way of salvation, my boy, That you learned from your mother at home. You’ll find in your satchel a Bible, my boy, ’Tis the book of all others the best; It will teach you to live, it will help you to die, And lead to the gates of the blest. I gave you to God, in your cradle, my boy, I have taught you the best that I knew; And as long as His mercy permits me to live, I shall never cease praying for you. Refrain Your father is coming to bid you goodbye, O how lonely and sad we shall be; But when far from the scenes of your childhood and youth, You’ll think of your father and me. I want you to feel every word I have said, For it came from the depths of my love; And, my boy, if we never behold you on earth, Will you promise to meet us above? Refrain

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Proverbs 27:8

• [Pro 27:8] Return, O Wanderer, To Thy Home

  Return, O wanderer, to thy home, Thy Father calls for thee; No longer now an exile roam, In guilt and misery: Return, return! Too long the loathsome fields of sin Thy fruitless toil have known: No wholesome bread! no voice of kin! No home to call thine own! Return, return! Thy Father stands with outstretched hands, He gave His Son for thee: Poor soul, from sin’s enthralling bands He longs to see thee free. Return, return! Arise, stand up and homeward turn, No longer dwell apart; His mighty love will never spurn One humble contrite heart. Return, return! Our Father’s house is full of bliss, And there is room for all; He welcomes with forgiving kiss: O, hear His loving call! Return, return! The feast of joys awaits thee there, The precious robe and ring; O haste Thy Father’s gifts to share, O haste His praise to sing: Return, return!

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  source: Cyberhymnal