From "The Ninety and Nine"

But none of the ransomed ever knew

How deep were the waters crossed,

Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed thro'

Ere He found His sheep that was lost:

Out in the desert He heard its cry-

Sick, and helpless, and ready to die.

But all through the mountians, thunder-riven,

And up from the rocky steep,

There rose a glad cry to the gate of heaven

"Rejoice! I have found My sheep! "

And the angels echoed around the throne,

"Rejoice! for the Lord brings back His own!"

-by E.C. Clephane