The ninety and nine so peacefully lay In the safety of a good shepherd's foalBut one had wandered out on the hills far away Far off from heaven's gates of goldOut through the mountains so wild and so bare Away from the good shepherd's tender loving careFar away from the good shepherd's tender loving careNone of the ransomed ever could have known How deep were the raging waters' crawlsOr how dark the nights that the good Lord passed through Ere he found his wandering sheep that was lostThen out in the desert he heard its feeble cry Sick and hapless and ready to dieIt was so sick and hapless and ready to dieThen out through the mountains so dark and thunder-ridden And up from the rough and rocky steepThere arose a glad cry unto the gates of heaven Rejoice, I have found my wandering sheepThen the angels they echoed all around God's throne Rejoice, for the good Lord is bringing back his ownRejoice, for the good Lord is bringing back his ownThank you for watching!