Dear Sav­ior, if these lambs should stray,
From Thy se­cure en­clo­sure’s bound,
And, lured by world­ly joys away,
Among the thought­less crowd be found,

Remember still that they are Thine,
That Thy dear sac­red name they bear,
Think that the seal of love di­vine
The sign of co­ve­nant grace they wear.

In all their err­ing, sin­ful years,
Oh, let them ne’er for­got­ten be;
Remember all the pray­ers and tears
Which made them con­se­crate to Thee.

And when these lips no more can pray,
These eyes can weep for them no more,
Turn Thou their feet from fol­ly’s way,
The wan­der­ers to Thy fold re­store.