1 Far, far away on the mountains wild and lonely,
Weary and sick, a lost sheep from the fold;
Hasten away for the shadows thickly gather,
Bring back the lost to the gates of gold.
Refrain:
Calling for you, calling for you,
Lost and alone, on the mountain wild and cold;
Hasten away while the moments till are golden,
Bring back the sheep to the Shepherd’s fold.
2 Do not delay, for methinks I hear it calling,
Sick and alone on the hills far away;
Think not of self nor the weary hours before you,
Bring back the sheep that has gone astray. [Refrain]
3 Go while ‘tis day and the moments still are golden,
Search for the lost on the hills bleak and cold;
This is the time while the lost one still is calling,
Go bring it back to the gates of gold. [Refrain]
Source: Great Gospel Songs #22