60. Like a Little Wandering Lamb
Like a little wandering lamb,
Lost upon the hills I am;
Like a shepherd Jesus stands,
Holding out His blessed hands.
"Come," He says, "Come back to Me,
Little lamb, I died for thee;
I will take thee to My home;
Little lamb, I pray thee, come.
"Though thou hast a wayward will,
Little lamb, I love thee still;
Come to Me and be forgiven;
I will bear thee safe to heaven.
"I would have thee lie at rest,
Little lamb, upon My breast;
Thou shalt be My sweet delight
All the day and all the night."