The sheltering fold held securely The ninety and nine safe within; But one poor lost sheep found no shelter Far out in the desert of sin; For the terror of night fell around it, And filled its poor heart with alarms; But the Good Shepherd sought till He found it, And He gathered it close in His arms.
Refrain: Through the tempest and night He went seeking, And He sought it at such fearful cost; But I’m glad that He sought till He found it, For I am the sheep that was lost.
The night was so black and so stormy, And stony and steep stretched the path, But the Good Shepherd’s feet never faltered As He faced the wild tempest of wrath: For His heart it grew heavy and wistful As He thought of that one sheep astray, And when He returned to the sheepfold On His shoulders in safety it lay.
The sheep that was lost felt so happy As it lay on the Good Shepherd’s breast, For His arms were so strong and so tender That its heart found a sweet tranquil rest; And the night and the storm spent their fury, And sunrise at last brought the day, But the sheep that had wandered in darkness, Once again in the fold safely lay.
