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.
Bring them in, bring them in!
Bring them in from the fields of sin j
Bring them in, bring them in I
Bring the wandering ones to Jesus.
Who'll go and help this Shepherd kind,
Help Him the wandering ones to find?
Who'll bring the lost ones to the fold,
Where they'll be sheltered from the cold?
Bring them in, bring them in!
Bring them in from the fields of sin j
Bring them in, bring them in I
Bring the wandering ones to Jesus.
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."
Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest!
Oft feeble, faint, and few;
Come, wait upon the blessed Master,
Our strength He will renew.
For “they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength: they shall mount up with wings, they shall mount up with wings as eagles: they shall run and not be
Bring them in, bring them in!
Bring them in from the fields of sin j
Bring them in, bring them in I
Bring the wandering ones to Jesus.