[MUSIC - "DEAR TO THE HEART OF
THE SHEPHERD"] (SINGING) Dear to the
heart of the Shepherd, Dear are the sheep of his fold; Dear is the love
that he gives them, Dearer than silver or gold. Dear to the heart
of the Shepherd, Dear are his "other" lost sheep; Over the mountains he follows, Over the waters so deep. Out in the desert they wander, Hungry and helpless and cold; Off to the rescue he hastens, Bringing them back to the fold.
Dear to the heart
of the Shepherd, Dear are the "ninety and nine"; Dear are the sheep
that have wandered Out in the desert to pine. Hark! he is earnestly calling, Tenderly pleading today: "Will you not seek
for my lost ones, Off from my shelter astray?"
Out in the desert they wander, Hungry and helpless and cold; Off to the rescue he hastens, Bringing them back to the fold.
Green are the pastures inviting; Sweet are the waters and still.
Lord, we will
answer thee gladly, "Yes, blessed Master, we will!
Make us thy true
under-shepherds; Give us a love that is deep.
Send us out into the desert, Seeking thy wandering sheep."
Out in the desert they wander, Hungry and helpless and cold; Off to the rescue we'll hasten, Bringing them back to the fold.
Off to the rescue we'll hasten, Bringing them back to the fold.
