~The Ninety And Nine
1874, Sankey and Moody held revivals in Scotland.
on a train Sankey bought a newspaper to find news of America, but was
disappointed. He threw it down, later picked it up and in a corner he
saw a poem. He liked it and read it to Moody, who was absorbed in
reading letters from Chicago.
next day at noon, Moody’s topic was The Good Shepherd. Moody suddenly
asked Sankey to sing something.
if I sing Psalm 23, every Scotsman would join in, he thought. Then a
voice said, Sing the hymn you found on the train. But there was no
melody to that poem!
the clipping on the organ, and after a brief pause of urgent prayer,
Sankey began singing. Note by note, the tune came out. At the end of the
first stanza, a difficulty arose: would the tune be the same? It came
out the same for the second stanza. And that hymn has come to us
Sankey stopped singing, a great sigh arose from the congregation,
“Rejoice! for the Lord has found His sheep!”
The Ninety and Nine
There were ninety and nine that safely lay
the shelter of the fold,
one was out on the hills away,
off from the gates of gold;
on the mountains wild and bare,
from the tender Shepherd’s care,
from the tender Shepherd’s care.
Lord, Thou has here Thy ninety and nine
they not enough for Thee?
the shepherd made answer
of mine Has wandered away from me,
although the road be rough and steep,
go to the desert to find my sheep,
go to the desert to find my sheep.
But none of the ransomed ever knew
deep were the waters crossed
how dark was the night that the Lord passed through
He found His sheep that was lost.
out in the desert He heard its cry,
sick and helpless and ready to die,
sick and helpless and ready to die.
Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way
marks out the mountain’s track?
were shed for one who had gone astray
the shepherd could bring him back,
whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?
pierced tonight by many a thorn,
pierced tonight by many a thorn.
But all through the mountains, thunder riv’n
up from the rocky steep,
arose a glad cry to the gate of heav’n,
I have found my sheep.
the angels echoed around the throne,
for the Lord brings back His own,
for the Lord brings back His own.
Paul, Steve Green’s MIDI Hymnal, (Oak Harbor, WA: Logos
Research Systems, Inc.) 1998.