#347 — There were ninety and nine

1. There were ninety and nine that safely lay
in the shelter of the fold,
but one was out on the hills away,
far off from the gates of gold,
away on the mountains wild and bare,
away from the tender Shepherd’s care,
away from the tender Shepherd’s care.

2. "Lord, thou hast here thy ninety and nine:
are they not enough for thee?"
But the Shepherd made answer, "This of mine
has wandered away from me,
and although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find my sheep;
I go to the desert to find my sheep."

3. But none of the ransomed ever knew
how deep were the waters crossed,
nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through,
ere he found his sheep that was lost.
Out in the desert he heard its cry,
sick and helpless and ready to die,
sick and helpless and ready to die.

4. And all through the mountains, thunderriven,
and up from the rocky steep,
there rose a cry to the gate of heaven,
"Rejoice, I have found my sheep."
And the angels echoed around the throne,
"Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own;
rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own."