Ninety nine sheep, all safe in the fold;
One was out on the hills away:
Dark was the night, and the wind was cold,
Ye he sought the sheep that went astray.
Many are the men who know not the Lord;
White men, and black men, yellow, and brown:
Never have heard the Gospel word,
Christ our Savior to earth came down.
Who will go with the shepherd of men,
Out in the night and the bitter cold?
Go with the shepherd as he goes again,
Bringing the sheep to the heavenly fold?
Here am I, Lord, send me, send me;
I’ll turn my back on the world and its joys:
I’ll seek the sheep wherever they be,
Counting all else as worthless as joys.
Going with Jesus out through the night,
Losing my life for the Gospel’s sake.
Tears turn to gladness, darkness to light,
Soon in its glory will morning break.
Image above retrieved from:
“The Good Shepherd” by Bernhard Plockhorst (1825–1907)