The Shepherd’s Fold

Far

far away from the Shep­herd’s care

Out on the mount­ains cold and bare

There one had strayed from the shel­ter­ing fold

And wan­dered far from the gates of gold.

There many lay in the Shep­herd’s fold

While one was far from the gates of gold;

Out on the des­ert

through sin’s dark night

Wandered afar till the morn­ing light.

The Shep­herd said

Though the way is steep

I go to res­cue My lost sheep;

Out on the des­ert far away

He hast­ens while ’tis yet to­day.

The Shep­herd found the lamb once lost

That o’er the bar­ren hills had crossed;

He took it in His ten­der arms

And shel­tered it from de­sert storms.

A sin­ner out in the des­ert cold

Was wan­der­ing far from the Shep­herd’s fold;

Through chill­ing winds of sin’s long night

Redeemed at last by Gos­pel light.