I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did
not love my Shepherd”¦s voice,
I would not be controlled.
I
was a wayward child,
I did not love my home;
I did not
love my Father”¦s voice,
I loved afar to roam.
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,
Famished and
faint and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They
saved the wand”¦ring one.
They spoke in tender love,
They raised my drooping head,
They gently closed my
bleeding wounds,
My fainting soul they fed;
They washed my
filth away,
They made me clean and fair;
They brought me
to my home in peace,
The long sought wanderer.
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
wand”¦ring sheep,
”¦Twas He that brought me to the fold,
”¦Tis He that still doth keep.
