far to roam.

170 No more a wandering sheep.
2 The Shepherd sought his sheep,
The Father sought his child;
He followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild:
He found me nigh to death,

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 love the peaceful fold:
No more a wayward child,

I seek no more to roam;

I love my heavenly Father's voice, I love, I love his home.

Horatius Bonar