did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice,-I loved a far to roam. 170 No more a wandering sheep. Famished, and faint, and lone; He bound me with the bands of love, He saved the wandering one. 3 No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled, I love my tender Shepherd's voice, I seek no more to roam; I love my heavenly Father's voice, I love, I love his home. Horatius Bonar |