I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd�s voice,
I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home;
I did not love my Father�s voice,
I loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child;
They followed me o�er vale and hill,
O�er deserts waste and wild;
They found me nigh to death,
Famished and faint and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wand�ring one.

They spoke in tender love,
They raised my drooping head,
They gently closed my bleeding wounds,
My fainting soul they fed;
They washed my filth away,
They made me clean and fair;
They brought me to my home in peace,
The long sought wanderer.

Jesus my Shepherd is:
�Twas He that loved my soul;
�Twas He that washed me in His blood,
�Twas He that made me whole.
�Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wand�ring sheep,
�Twas He that brought me to the fold,
�Tis He that still doth keep.

No more a wandering sheep,
I love to be controlled;
I love my tender Shepherd�s voice,
I love the peaceful fold.
No more a wayward child,
I seek no more to roam;
I love my heavenly Father�s voice,
I love, I love His home!