How many sheep are straying Lost from the Savior's fold! Upon the lonely mountain, They shiver with the cold: Within the tangled thickets, Where poison vines do creep, And over rocky ledges Still roam the poor lost sheep. O come, let us go and find them! In the paths of death they roam. At the close of the day 'twill be sweet to say: "I have brought some lost one home." O who will go to find them? Who, for the Savior's sake, Will search with tireless patience Through brier and through brake Unheeding thirst or hunger, Who still from day to day, Will seek, as for treasure, The sheep that go astray? O come, let us go and find them! In the paths of death they roam. At the close of the day 'twill be sweet to say: "I have brought some lost one home." Say, will you seek to find them? From pleasant bow'rs of ease Will you go forth determined To find the least of these? For still the Savior calls them, And looks across the wold, And still He holds wide open The door into His fold. O come, let us go and find them! In the paths of death they roam. At the close of the day 'twill be sweet to say: "I have brought some lost one home." How sweet 'twound be at evening If you and I could say, "Good Shepherd we've been seeking The sheep that went astray! Heartsore and faint with hunger, We heard them making moan, And lo! we come at nightfall, And bear them safely home." O come, let us go and find them! In the paths of death they roam. At the close of the day 'twill be sweet to say: "I have brought some lost one home."
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