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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 wand’ring one.
They spoke in tender love,
They raised my drooping head,
They gently closed
my bleeding wounds,
My fainting soul they fed;
They washed my filth away,
THey made me clean and fair;
They brought me to
my home in peace,
The long sought wanderer.
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 wand’ring sheep,
’Twas He that brought me
to the fold,
’Tis He that still doth keep.
I was a wand'ring sheep,
I would not be controlled;
But now I love
my Shepherd'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.