1 I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold:
I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controll'd;
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.
2 The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child;
They followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild;
They found me nigh to death,
Famish'd and faint, and lone;
They bound me in the bands of love,
They saved me the wandering one.
3 Jesus my Shepherd is,
'Twas He that loved my soul,
'Twas He that washed me in His blood,
'Twas He that made me whole:
'Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wandering sheep,
'Twas He that brought me to the fold--
'Tis He that still doth keep.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | I was a wandering sheep |
| Meter: | S. M. |
| Publication Date: | 1874 |
| Notes: | Tune: Gildas |