Hasten, Shep­herd, to the mount­ain,
Haste to ga­ther in Thy flock;
See the light­ning’s fie­ry ar­rows!
Hear the dread­ful thun­der shock!
Then out spoke the faith­ful Shep­herd:
Long ago My flock I sought,
And with­in the fold’s pro­tect­ion
All of mine I safe­ly brought.

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Safe tonight, safe to­night,
Sweetly walk­ing in the light;
Sinner, will you come to Je­sus,
And be fold­ed safe to­night?

See the storm is draw­ing near­er;
Rage the winds, the tor­rents moan;
Is not one still left to per­ish,
Unprotected, and alone?
And the Shep­herd sad­ly an­swered,
Counting care­ful­ly, I find
Ninety-nine are safe­ly fold­ed—
One, al­as! is left be­hind.

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Now the Shep­herd climbs the mount­ain,
While the ec­ho­ing thun­ders roar;
While the storm beats thick and blind­ing,
And the mad­dened tor­rents pour.
Hark! what means that voice that whis­pers,
Sinner, haste to seek the light!
Haste, and let the heav’n­ly Shep­herd
Find His wan­der­ing sheep to­night.

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