Found, far out on the snow-mapped moor,
The child that had gone astray!
Found, by a friend who was strong to save,
And snatch from death away
The little lost lamb of a mother's flock,
So far from the sweet home fold,
And safely borne to a mother's breast,
For a mother's arms to hold.
I take the story to heart, dear Lord,
For a wandering sheep am I;
Far, far astray from the one true fold,
And out 'neath a wintry sky.
There find me, oh, Thou mighty friend,
And bear me in Thine arms
To the haven of heaven, where never heart
Can tremble with earth's alarms.