"He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart"
Isaiah 40:11
Poor
little black sheep that strayed away,
Got lost in the wind and rain,
And the Shepherd He said, "O hireling,
Go find my sheep again."
And the hireling frowned, "O Shepherd,
That sheep is black and bad."
But the Shepherd He smiled, like the little black sheep
Was the only lamb that He had,
Was the only lamb that He had.
And
He said, "O hireling, hasten!
For the wind and the rain are cold,
And the little black sheep is lonesome
Out there so far from the fold."
And the hireling frowned, "O Shepherd,
That sheep is old and gray."
But the Shepherd He smiled, like the little black sheep
Was fair as the break of day,
Was fair as the break of day.
And
He said, "O hireling, hasten!
Lo, here is the ninety and nine,
But there, way off from the sheep fold,
Is that little black sheep of mine."
And the hireling frowned, "O Shepherd,
The rest of the sheep are here."
But the Shepherd He smiled 'cause the little black sheep
He held it most greatly dear,
He held it most greatly dear.
Then
the Shepherd went out in the darkness,
Where the night was cold and bleak,
And the little black sheep He found it,
And it against His cheek.
And the hireling frowned, "O Shepherd,
Don't bring that sheep to me."
But the Shepherd He smiled, and He held it close,
And that little black sheep -- was me!
And that little black sheep -- was me!
#553, "Cross & Crown Hymnal, " lyrics by Ethel M. C. Brazelton