When the shadows fall and the shep­herds call,
And the flocks are in the fold;
Then the Shep­herd true looks and longs for you,
Still away in the gloom and cold.

Refrain

And He calls for you, still He calls for you,
O He calls for you to­day;
There are nine­ty nine in the fold di­vine,
But He longs for the one astray.

Lo, the gales arise, and the storm swept skies
Are as wild and as black as doom;
But a door ajar, like a single star,
Can be seen op’n­ing thro’ the gloom.

Refrain

O, the Shep­herd true, in the rain or dew,
Still is call­ing for His own;
Will you ne­ver heed? Will you die in­deed
Tho’ the straight way of life is known?

Refrain