Like wandering sheep o’er mountains cold

Like wandering sheep o'er mountains cold,
Since all have gone astray;
To “Life “and peace within the fold,
How may I find the Way?

Bewildered oft with doubt and care,
To God I fain would go;
But while they cry, “Lo here! lo there! "
The Truth how may I know?

To Christ— the Way, the Truth, the Life —
I come, no more to roam;
He'll guide me to my “Father's house,"
To my Eternal home.