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 lambs of His fold; Some from the pastures are straying, Hungry and helpless and cold. See, the good Shepherd is seeking, Seeking the lambs that are lost; Bringing them in with rejoicing, Saved at such infinite cost.
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?”
Green are the pastures inviting, Sweet are the waters and “still”; Lord, we will answer Thee gladly, “Yes, blessèd 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.”