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<h2>AFFLICTIONS, THOUGH THEY SEEM SEVERE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“How many hired servants of my father’s have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger.” Luke 15:17</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Magnus,” attributed to Jeremiah Clark, 1707; harmony by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_o_monk_wh.html" target="_blank">William Henry Monk</a>, 1868 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stmagnus.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Afflictions, though they seem severe;<br>
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In mercy oft are sent;<br>
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They stopped the prodigal’s career,<br>
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And forced him to repent.</p>
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<p>Although he no relentings felt<br>
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Till he had spent his store;<br>
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His stubborn heart began to melt<br>
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When famine pinched him sore.</p>
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<p>“What have I gained by sin, he said,<br>
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But hunger, shame, and fear;<br>
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My father’s house abounds with bread,<br>
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While I am starving here.</p>
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<p>I’ll go, and tell him all I’ve done,<br>
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And fall before his face<br>
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Unworthy to be called his son,<br>
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I’ll seek a servant’s place.”</p>
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<p>His father saw him coming back,<br>
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He saw, and ran, and smiled;<br>
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And threw his arms around the neck<br>
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Of his rebellious child.
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<p>“Father, I’ve sinned—but O forgive!”<br>
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I’ve heard enough, he said,<br>
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Rejoice my house, my son’s alive,<br>
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For whom I mourned as dead.
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<p>Now let the fatted calf be slain,<br>
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And spread the news around;<br>
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My son was dead, but lives again,<br>
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Was lost, but now is found.
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<p>’Tis thus the Lord His love reveals,<br>
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To call poor sinners home;<br>
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More than a father’s love He feels,<br>
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And welcomes all that come.</p>
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