Over The Thorn And Thistle,
Along The Stony Way,
From The Shepherd’s Care To The Desert Bare,
There Wandered A Sheep One Day ;
And A Voice Fell Sadly From Far Away
My Sheep, How Long Wilt Thou Love To Stray ?

Over The Thorn And Thistle,
Along The Stony Way,
With Feet That Bled, The Shepherd Sped
To Where The Wanderer Lay;
He Had Heard It Crying From Far Away
Lord, Bring Me Home To Thy Flock, I Pray !

Over The Thorn And Thistle,
Along The Stony Way,
I Have Sought For Thee, Now Trust To Me,
I’ll Bear Thee Home To-Day.
The Wolf And Lion Flee Far Away
When On My Shoulder My Sheep I Lay.

Instead Of The Thorn And Thistle,
The Myrtle Bedecks The Way
Where The Shepherd Feeds And Gently Leads
The Sheep He Found That Day;
And He Leadeth Others From Far Away
To Rest In Fields Of A Cloudless Day.