Wand’ring afar from the dwellings of men,Hear the sad cry of the lepers, the ten;“Jesus have mercy!” brings healing divine,One came to worship, but where are the nine?
Where are the nine?Where are the nine?Were there not ten cleansed?Where are the nine?
Loudly the stranger sang praise to the Lord,Knowing the cure had been wrought by His word,Gratefully owning the Healer divine;Jesus says tenderly, “Where are the nine?”
“Who is this Nazarene?” Pharisees say;“Is He the Christ? Tell us plainly, we pray.”Multitudes follow Him seeking a sign,Show them His mighty works—where are the nine?
Jesus on trial today we can see,Thousands deridingly ask, “Who is He?”How they’re rejecting Him, your Lord and mine!Bring in the witnesses—where are the nine?