Poor little black sheep that strayed away,
Got lost in the wind and the rain;
And the Shepherd say,
“Oh, Hireling, go
Find my little black sheep again!”
And the hireling frowns,
“Oh, Shepherd,
That sheep is black and bad”;
But the Shepherd,
He smiled like that little black sheep
Is the on liest lamb He had.
And the Shepherd say, “Hireling, hasten!
For the night is dark and cold,
And that little black sheep is lonesome
Out there so far from the fold”;
But the hireling frowned, “Oh, Shepherd,
That sheep is old and gray!”
But the Shepherd,
He smiled like that little black sheep
Was fair as the break of day.
And the Shepherd went out in the darkness,
Where the night was cold and bleak,
And that little black sheep, he find it,
And laid it against His cheek;
And the hireling frowned,
“Oh, Shepherd,
Don’t bring that sheep near me!”
But the Shepherd just smiled, and He held it close,
And that little sheep-was me!