Like a little wandering lamb
Lost upon the hills I am;
Like a shepherd Jesus stands,
Holding out His blessed Hands.
“Come,” He says, “come back to Me;
Little lamb, I died for thee;
I will take thee to My home,
Little lamb, I pray thee come.
“Thou wouldst like to have thy way,
On the lonely hills to stray,
Where the hungry lion hides,
Where the fiery serpent glides.
“I would have thee lie at rest,
Little lamb, upon My breast;
Thou shalt be My sweet delight
All the day and all the night.
“Though thou hast a wayward will,
Little lamb, I love thee still;
Come to Me and be forgiven,
I will bear thee safe to Heaven.”
Hymns of Ter Steegen and Others (Second Series), 1899
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Choice Hymns of the Faith #d233||Like a little wandering lamb||Like a little wandering lamb||Gerhard Tersteegen||1944|
|Hymns of Ter Steegen and Others (Second Series) #155||The Lost Lamb||Like a little wandering lamb||Emma Frances Bevan||1899|