Over the Thorn and Thistle

Over the thorn and this­tle

Along the sto­ny way

From the Shep­herd’s care to des­ert bare

There wan­dered a sheep one day;

And a voice fell sad­ly from far away:

My sheep

how long wilt thou love to stray?

My sheep

how long wilt thou love to stray?

Over the thorn and this­tle

Along the sto­ny way

With feet that bled

the Shep­herd sped

To where the wan­der­er lay—

He had heard it cry­ing from far away:

Lord

bring me home to Thy flock

I pray;

Lord

bring me home to Thy flock

I pray.

Over the thorn and this­tle

Along the sto­ny way

I have sought for thee

now trust to Me

I’ll bear thee home to­day;

The wolf and li­on flee far away

When on My shoul­der My sheep I lay

When on My shoul­der My sheep I lay.

Instead of thorn and this­tle

See myr­tle deck the way

Where the Shep­herd feeds and gent­ly leads

The sheep He found that day;

And He lead­eth oth­ers from far away

To rest in fields of a cloud­less day

To rest in fields of a cloud­less day.