Kampala Central Church- The Ninety and Nine

There were ninety and nine that safely lay, in the shelter of the fold
But one was out on the hills away far, far from the gates of gold
Away on the mountains wild and bare
Away from the tender shepherd’s care
Away from the tender shepherd’s care
Lord thou hast here thy ninety and nine aren’t they enough for thee?
But the Master made answer, ”this sheep of mine has wandered away from ne.”
And though the road be rough and bare
I go to the desert to find my sheep
I go to the desert to find my sheep
But none of the ransomed ever knew how deep were the waters crossed
Nor how dark was the night that the lord passed through
Ere he found his sheep that was lost
And out in the desert he had its cry
Fainting and helpless and ready to die
Fainting and helpless and ready to die
And all through the mountains thunder-riv’n
And up from the rocky steep
There arose a loud cry from the gates of heav’n
“Rejoice I have found my sheep!”
And the angels echoed around the throne
Rejoice for the Lord brings back His own
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice for the Lord brings back his own.