“There were ninety and nine that
safely lay
In the shelter of the fold,
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of
gold—
Away on the mountains, wild and bare,
Away from the tender shepherd’s
care.
“’Lord, Thou hast here Thy
ninety and nine;
Are they not enough for Thee?’
But the Shepherd made answer: ’One
of mine
Has wandered away from me;
And, although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find my sheep.’
“But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night that the Lord
passed through,
Ere he found his sheep that
was lost.
Out in the desert he heard its cry—
Sick and helpless, and ready to die.
“’Lord, whence are those blood-drops
all the way
That mark out the mountain’s
track?’
They were shed for one who had gone astray,
Ere the shepherd could bring
him back.
‘Lord, why are Thy hands so rent
and torn?’
They are pierced, to-night, by many a
thorn.
“But all through the mountains,
thunder-riven,
And up from the rocky steep,
There rose a cry to the gates of heaven,
‘Rejoice! I have
found my sheep!’
And the angels echoed around the throne,
‘Rejoice, for the Lord brings back
his own.’”
And all that we know of Jesus as “the good Shepherd,” demonstrates his great tenderness for his sheep.
But perhaps there was no act in all the life of our blessed Redeemer that showed his tenderness more than taking the little children in his arms, and putting his hands upon them, and blessing them.
To think of the Son of God, who made this world, and all worlds, and whom all the angels of heaven worship, showing so much interest in the little ones; this proves how full of tenderness his heart was.