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The Lost Sheep
Though many, many sheep I have,
I leave them all to find the one
That high upon the mountain strays;
And think'st thou not I well have done?
I leave them all to find the one
That high upon the mountain strays;
And think'st thou not I well have done?
For all are His who gave them me,
And bade with closest watching keep,
Nor suffer one, however poor,
To wander from his numerous sheep.
And bade with closest watching keep,
Nor suffer one, however poor,
To wander from his numerous sheep.
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Hast thou e'er kept them? then wilt thou
A brother in affliction know;
And if the lost one thou hast seen
Wilt point him where his feet should go.
A brother in affliction know;
And if the lost one thou hast seen
Wilt point him where his feet should go.
And when restored each one shall be,
With joy our flocks we'll homeward lead;
For He who lent them but a day,
Will give us always them to feed.
With joy our flocks we'll homeward lead;
For He who lent them but a day,
Will give us always them to feed.
Poem No. 707; fall 1839
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