I was wandering and weary
When the Saviour came unto me.
For the paths of sin were dreary,
And the world had ceased to woo me
And I thought I heard Him say,
As He came along His way—
Wandering souls, Oh do come near Me;
My sheep should never fear Me,
I am the Shepherd true.
At first I would not hearken,
But put off till the morrow;
But life began to darken,
And I was sick with sorrow;
And I thought I heard Him say,
As He came along His way—
Wandering souls, Oh do come near Me:
My sheep should never fear Me,
I am the Shepherd true.
At last I stopped to listen
(His voice could ne’er deceive me);
I saw His kind eye glisten
So anxious to relieve me;
And I was sure I heard Him say,
As He came along His way—
Wandering souls, Oh do come near Me;
My sheep should never fear Me,
I am the Shepherd true.
He took me on His shoulder,
And tenderly He kissed me;
He made my love grow bolder,
And said how He had missed me;
And I was sure I heard Him say,
As He went along His way—
Wandering souls, Oh do come near Me;
My sheep should never fear Me,
I am the Shepherd true.
I thought His love would weaken
As more and more He knew me:
But it burneth like a beacon
And its light and heat go through me;
And I ever hear Him say,
As He goes along His way—
Wandering souls, Oh do come near Me;
My sheep should never fear Me,
I am the Shepherd true.
ML 10/21/1906