438		DSM
	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.
2	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 wandering one.
3	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 wandering sheep; ’Twas He that brought me to the fold,     ’Tis He that still doth keep.
4	I was a wandering sheep,     I would not be controlled, But now I love my Shepherd’s voice,     I love, I love the fold!     I was a wayward child,     I once preferred to roam; But now I love my Father’s voice,     I love, I love His home!
	Horatius Bonar, 1808-89