I was lost, a little lamb,
Out of Jesus’ fold,
Faint with hunger and with fear,
In the dark and cold.
Jesus missed me, though a lamb,
Little, lone and weak,
And He could not rest for love,
He the lost must seek.
Now I’m safe, a little lamb,
Safe in Jesus’ fold,
Jesus found and brought me in
From the dark and cold.
Is He glad, and am not I—
I who went astray,
Glad that He has brought me back
To the heavenly way?