A Wandering Sheep

A Wandering Sheep 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 wandering one.

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 wandering sheep;

’Twas He that brought me to the fold, ’Tis He that still doth keep.

I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled, But now I love my Savior’s voice, I love, I love the fold.

I was a wayward child, I once preferred to roam; But now I love my Father’s voice, I love, I love His home.