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From" Sacred Songs and Sclos" by permission.

THE WANDERING SHEEP.

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I WAS a wandering sheep,

I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd's Voice,

I would not be controlled.

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,

I did not love my Father's Voice, I loved afar to roam.

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He gently closed my bleeding wounds,

My fainting soul He fed.

He washed my filth away,

He made me clean and fair;

He brought me to my home in peace ,­

The long- sought wanderer.

2 The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child; He followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild. He found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone; He bound me with the bands of love, He saved the wandering one.

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He spoke in tender love,

He raised my drooping head;

Jesus my Shepherd is:

' Twas He that loved my soul,

' Twas He that washed me in His Blood,

' Twas He that made me whole. ' Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep; ' Twas that brought me to the fold, ' Tis He that still doth keep.

I was a wandering sheep,

I would not be controlled;

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But now I love my Shepherd's Voice,

I love, I love the fold.

I was a wayward child,

I once preferred to roam;

But now I love my Father's Voice,

I love, I love His Home. Amen.