The Ninety-Nine Are Safely Lying
In The Fold, In The Fold;
Go Search The Sheep That’s Lost And Dying,
In The Cold, In The Cold.

Far Away, Far Away,
Has Wandered Far Away;
That Sheep Is Lost Upon The Mountain,
Far Away, Far Away.

That Sheep Is Lost Upon The Mountain,
Far Away, Far Away;
Has Wandered From The Crystal Fountain,
Far Away, Far Away.

That Sheep Is Lost, Oh, Who Will Find It?
Search Today, Search Today;
Oh, Sound The Voice Of Bride And Spirit,
Search Today, Search Today.

That Wand’ring Sheep The Lord Doth Cherish,
Gone Astray, Gone Astray;
With Cold And Hunger Soon ‘Twill Perish,
Far Away, Far Away.