The Ninety and Nine 

There were ninety and nine that safely lay 
In the shelter of the fold; 
But one was out on the hills away, 
Far off from the gates of gold, 
Away on the mountains wild and bare, 
Away from the tender Shepherd's care. 

"Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine-- 
Are they not enough for Thee?" 
But the Shepherd made answer, "This of Mine 
Has wandered away from Me; 
And although the road be rough and steep 
I go to the desert to find My sheep." 

 But none of the ransomed ever knew 
How deep were the waters crossed; 
Nor how dark was the night that
the Lord passed through 
Ere He found His sheep that was lost. 
Out in the desert He heard its cry, 
Sick and helpless and ready to die. 

"Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way 
That mark out the mountain's track?" 
"They were shed for one who had gone astray, 
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back." 
"Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?" 
"They were pierced tonight by many a thorn." 

And all through the mountains, thunder-riven, 
And up from the rocky steep, 
There arose a cry to the gate of heaven, 
"Rejoice, I have found My sheep!" 
And the angels echoed around the throne, 
"Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own." 

Words by Elizabeth C. Clephane. 
Music by Ira D. Sankey. 

Luke 15:6 And when he cometh home,
he calleth together his friends and neighbours,
saying unto them, Rejoice with me; 
for I have found my sheep which was lost. 

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