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

Away from the tender Shepherd's care

Lord you have here your ninety and nine;

Are they not enough for Thee

But the Shepherd made answer

This one 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 the Lord passed through

Before He found His sheep that was lost

For out in the desert He heard its cry

It was 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're pierced tonight by many a thorn

They're pierced tonight by many a thorn

And all through the mountains thunder-riv'n

And up from the rocky steep

There arose a glad cry to the gate of heav'n

Rejoice I have found My sheep

And the angels echoed around the throne

Rejoice for the Lord brings back His own

Rejoice

Rejoice for the Lord brings back His own

The Ninety And Nine - Ray Walker