The ninety-nine within the fold Are safe from fears and storms of night, But one is on the mountains cold, ’Twill perish there—how sad the sight!
Refrain: Go search it out and bring it home, No more in darkness let it roam; You’ll find it there in dreadful plight, Oh! go and bring it back tonight.
The ninety-nine are safe today, They’re all at home, so fully blest, But one is wand’ring far away, Upon the mountain’s snowy crest.
The ninety-nine with care are fed, And rest within the Shepherd’s fold; But one is starving, nearly dead, Upon the mountains bare and cold.
The Shepherd dear, aloud doth weep Because one lamb afar doth roam; The ninety-nine He’ll safely keep— We’ll seek that lamb and bring it home.