The Ninety and Nine |
Elizabeth Cecelia Clephane, 1868
There were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold. But one was out on the hills far away, Far off from the gates of gold. Away on the mountains wild and bare. |: Away from the tender Shepherd's care. :|
2. Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine; | 3. But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed; Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through Ere He found His sheep that was lost. Out in the desert He heard its cry, |: Sick and helpless and ready to die. :|
4. Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way |
5. 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! :| |
While traveling in Scotland, Ira Sankey clipped out a poem from a paper and put it in his pocket. Later, he was asked to sing a hymn of praise following a sermon. He recalled the poem, went to the organ and played the A-flat chord and composed the hymn as he sang.