Far, far away from the Shep­herd’s care,
Out on the mount­ains cold and bare,
There one had strayed from the shel­ter­ing fold,
And wan­dered far from the gates of gold.

Refrain

There many lay in the Shep­herd’s fold,
While one was far from the gates of gold;
Out on the des­ert, through sin’s dark night,
Wandered afar till the morn­ing light.

The Shep­herd said, Though the way is steep,
I go to res­cue My lost sheep;
Out on the des­ert far away,
He hast­ens while ’tis yet to­day.

Refrain

The Shep­herd found the lamb once lost,
That o’er the bar­ren hills had crossed;
He took it in His ten­der arms,
And shel­tered it from de­sert storms.

Refrain

A sin­ner out in the des­ert cold,
Was wan­der­ing far from the Shep­herd’s fold;
Through chill­ing winds of sin’s long night,
Redeemed at last by Gos­pel light.

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