73*. I Was a Wandering Sheep

S.M.D.
by H. Bonar
1
I was a wandering sheep,
 
I did not love the fold;
 
I did not love my Shepherd's voice.
 
I would not be controlled:
 
I was a wayward child,
 
I did not love my home,
 
I did not love my Father's voice,
 
I loved afar to roam.
2
The Shepherd sought His sheep,
 
The Father sought His child:
 
He followed me o'er vale and hill,
 
O'er desert waste and wild:
 
He found me nigh to death,
 
Famished and faint and lone;
 
He bound me with the chains of love,
 
He saved the wandering one.
3
Jesus my Shepherd is:
 
'Twas He that loved my soul,
 
'Twas He that washed me in His blood,
 
'Twas He that made me whole:
 
'Twas He that sought the lost,
 
That found the wandering sheep;
 
'Twas He that brought me to the fold:
 
'Tis He that still doth keep.
4
No more a wandering sheep,
 
I love to be controlled;
 
I love my tender Shepherd's voice,
 
I love the peaceful fold:
 
No more a wayward child,
 
I seek no more to roam;
 
I love my heavenly Father's voice:
 
I love, I love His home.