Jesus Sought Me and Found Me
I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd’s voice,
I could 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.
The Shepherd sought his sheep,
The Father sought his child;
They followed me oer vale and hill,
O’er deserts waste and wild:
They found me nigh to death,
Famished and faint and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wand’ring one.
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 wand’ring sheep,
‘Twas he that brought me to the fold,
‘Tis he that still does keep.
*HORATIUS BONAR, as quoted in A Sheep Remembers
