On the mountain of sin you have wandered away,
Storm and tempest about you beat;
You have struggled alone through the deep miry clay,
Sharp rocks have bruised your weary feet.
You may enter the Shepherd’s fold,
You may make its peace and comfort your choice,
Safe forever from storm and cold,
If you follow when you hear His voice.
Quickly answer the Lord who is seeking for you,
Go to meet Him with thankful heart;
Follow Him to your home, as He bids you to do.
And from its shelter ne’er depart.
Thro’ the darkness of night, He is calling to you,
He who knows all His sheep by name;
Tho’ your sins have been great, and your merits are few,
His love will ever be the same.