Hark! ‘tis the Shepherd’s voice I hear,
Out in the desert dark and drear,
Calling the sheep who’ve gone astray,
Far from the Shepherd’s fold away.
Who’ll go and help the Shepherd kind,
Help Him the wandering ones to find?
Who’‘l bring them back into the fold,
Where they’ll be shelter from the cold?
Out in the desert hear their cry,
Out on the mountain wild and high,
Hark! ‘tis the Master speaks to thee,
“Go, find My sheep where’er they be.”