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.
2. The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child ; They followed me o'er 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 wandering one.
3. 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 ; âTwas He that brought me to the fold, 'Tis He that still doth keep.
4. I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled ; But now I love my Saviour'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.