The Ninety-Nine

The Ninety-Nine

                       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.

 

Chorus:

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.