Like a little wandering lamb
Lost upon the hills I am;
Like a shepherd Jesus stands,
Holding out His blessed hangs.
“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.”
ML 09/24/1922