1 There were ninety and níne that | safely | lay||
I'n the shelter | of the | fold;||

But one was out on the hills a- | way,||
Far off from the gates of gold, ||

Away on the mountains wild and | bare,||
Away from the | tender | Shepherd's care.

2 "Lord, Thou hast hére Thy | ninety and | nine,||
Aré they not e- | nough for | Thee?||

But the Shepherd made answer: | "this of | mine||
Has wánder'd a- | way from me;||

And although the road be | rough and | steep,||

I go to the desert to | find | my | sheep."||

3 But none of the ránsom'd ever | knew,||

How deep were the waters cross'd:||

Nor how dark was the night that the | Lord pass'd | through||
Ere He found His shéep that was lost.||

Out in the désert He | heard its cry,

Sick, and helpless, and rea- | dy | to die.||

4 And all through the mountains, thunder | riven, ||
And úp from the rocky | steep, ||

There arose a cry to the | gate of | heaven, ||

"Rejoice, I have found my | sheep."||

And the angels échoed a- | round the throne, ||

"Rejoice, for the | Lord brings | back | His | own." AMEN.

1 There were ninety and nine that safe- 3 But none of the ransomed ever knew

Our Father who art in the heavens, Hállowed | be Thy | name. || Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on | earth, as it | is in | heaven.

Give us this day our | daily | bread. || And forgive us our débts as | we for- |
give our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation, but delíver | us from | evil: || For Thine is the
kingdom and the power and the glóry, for | ever and | ever.
A- | men.

Pax Cœlestis.

EDWIN GOULD.

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1 The way, we know, is rough and weary;
The evening clouds look dark and dreary,
That gather where we sit and wait;
But every moment brings us nearer
A morning where the sky is clearer,
A brighter home than this, and dearer;
And there is rest beyond the gate.
2 One winter more is passing o'er us:
Another spring lies close before us,

With promise sweet of song and bloom.
O childish joy in vernal flowers !
How oft the chilling tempest lowers
O'er spring's green fields and budding bowers,
And shades the sunny day with gloom.

3 But in that happier country whither
We turn our eyes, no storm-clouds gather,
No frosts the tender bloom destroy.
Into Thy fold, Good Shepherd, lead us;
In green and heavenly pastures feed us;
Safe through the lonely journey speed us
Home to the mansions of Thy joy.