William G. Schell
The ninety-nine within the fold,
Are safe from fears and storms of night,
But one is on the mountains cold,
Twill perish there how--said the sight!
The ninety-nine are safe today,
They're all at home, so fully blest,
But one is wandering far away,
Upon the mountain's snowy crest.
The ninety-nine with care are fed,
And the rest within the Shepherd's fold;
But one is starving, nearly dead,
Upon the mountain bare and cold.
The Shepherd dear, aloud doth weep
Because one lamb afar doth roam;
The ninety-nine He'll safely keep,
We'll seek that lamb and bring it home.
Go search it out, and bring it home,
No more in darkness let it roam:
You'll find it there in dreadful plight,
Oh!go and bring it back tonight.