There were Ninety and Nine [Out of Print]

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 mountain to find my sheep. But none of the ransom’d ever knew How deep were the waters cross’d; Nor how dark was the night that the Lord went through , Ere He found His sheep that was lost; Out on

the mountain He heard its cry, Sick and helpless and ready to die. And all through the mountains, thunderriv’n, And up from the rocky steep, There came a cry to the gate of heav’n, Rejoice, I have found my

sheep. And the angels echo around the throne, Rejoice for the Lord brings back His own, Rejoice for the Lord brings back His own, The Lord brings back His own.