There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold;
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold,
Away on the mountains wild and bare,
Away from the tender Shepherd's care.
'Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine-
Are they not enough for Thee?'
But the Shepherd made answer, 'This of Mine
Has wandered away from Me;