Safe Tonight

Hasten

Shep­herd

to the mount­ain

Haste to ga­ther in Thy flock;

See the light­ning’s fie­ry ar­rows!

Hear the dread­ful thun­der shock!

Then out spoke the faith­ful Shep­herd:

Long ago My flock I sought

And with­in the fold’s pro­tect­ion

All of mine I safe­ly brought.

Safe to­night

safe to­night

Sweetly walk­ing in the light;

Sinner

will you come to Je­sus

And be fold­ed safe to­night?

See the storm is draw­ing near­er;

Rage the winds

the tor­rents moan;

Is not one still left to per­ish

Unprotected

and alone?

And the Shep­herd sad­ly an­swered

Counting care­ful­ly

I find

Ninety-nine are safe­ly fold­ed—

One

al­as! is left be­hind.

Now the Shep­herd climbs the mount­ain

While the ec­ho­ing thun­ders roar;

While the storm beats thick and blind­ing

And the mad­dened tor­rents pour.

Hark! what means that voice that whis­pers

Sinner

haste to seek the light!

Haste

and let the heav’n­ly Shep­herd

Find His wan­der­ing sheep to­night.