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