Text: | The Lost Sheep found |
1 When some kind shepherd from his fold
Has lost a straying sheep,
Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves,
And climbs the mountain's steep.
2 But O the joy! the transport sweet!
When he the wand'rer finds;
Up in his arms he takes his charge,
And to his shoulder binds.
3 Homeward he hastes to tell his joys,
And make his bliss complete:
The neighbours hear the news, and all
The joyful shepherd greet.
4 Yet how much greater is the joy
When but one sinner turns,
When the poor wretch with broken heart
His sins and errors mourns!
5 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heaven is fill'd with joy.
6 Well-pleas'd the Father sees and hears
The conscious sinner weep;
Jesus receives him in his arms,
And owns him for his sheep.
7 Nor angels can their joys contain,
But kindle with new fire:
"A wandering sheep's return'd," they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | When some kind shepherd from his fold |
Title: | The Lost Sheep found |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |