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…
And all through the mountains, thunder-riven,
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a cry to the gate of heaven,
"Rejoice! I have found My sheep!"
Hymn • The Ninety and Nine
by Elizabeth Clephane,1868
"His soul draws near the pit, and his life to those who bring death ... He has redeemed my soul from going down into the pit, and my life shall look upon the light." • Job 33:22, 28.
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