There were ninety and nine that safely layIn the shelter of the fold,But one was out on the hills away,Far off 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;Are they not enough for thee?”But the Shepherd made answer:“This of mine has wandered away from me,And although the road be rough and steep,I go to the desert to find my sheep,I go to the desert to find my sheep.” But none of the ransomed ever knewHow deep were the waters…

Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand,The shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land;A home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way,From the burning of the noontide heat, and the burden of the day. O safe and happy shelter, O refuge tried and sweet,O trysting place where Heaven’s love and Heaven’s justice meet!As to the holy patriarch that wondrous dream was given,So seems my Savior’s cross to me, a ladder up to heaven. There lies beneath its shadow but on the further sideThe darkness of an awful grave that gapes both deep and…