THE LOST SHEEP ("THE NINETY AND NINE") 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, "Lord, thou hast here thy ninety and nine : Has wander'd away from me; And although the road be rough and steep I go to the desert to find my sheep." But none of the ransom'd ever knew How deep were the waters cross'd, Nor how dark was the night that the Lord pass'd through Ere he found his sheep that was lost. GAVE MY LIFE FOR THEE I GAVE my life for thee, My precious blood I shed That thou mightst ransom'd be, I spent long years for thee Of joy thou mightest know. My Father's home of light, For wanderings sad and lone. |