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
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 wandеred away from me
And although the road bе rough and steep
I go to the desert to find my sheep
I go to the desert to find my sheep

But all through the mountains, thunder-riven
And up from the rocky steep
There arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven
Rejoice! I have found my sheep
And the angels echoed around the throne
Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own
Rejoice, rejoice
Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own