Ninety-Nine And A Half - The Standells

There were ninety and nine that safely lay

In the shelter of the flock,

But one was out on the hills away,

Far off in the darks and cold;

Away on the mountains wild and bare,

Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.

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 hills may be rough and steep,

I go to the desert to find My sheep.»

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 that the Lord passed through

Ere He found His sheep that was lost.

Loud in the Desert He heard its cry—

Sick and helpless, and ready to die.

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.»

And all through the mountains, thunder-riven,

And up from the rocky steep,

There arose a cry to the gate of heaven,

«Rejoice!

I have found My sheep!»

And the angels echoed around the throne,

«Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!»

«Rejoice, rejoice»

«Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!».