| Song | The Ninety-Nine |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | William G. Schell |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 8.8.8.8 D |
| Tags | The Ninety-Nine |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Luke 15:4-7 |
| CCLI Song No |
The Ninety-Nine Within The Fold
Are Safe From Fears And Storms Of Night,
But One Is On The Mountains Cold,
‘Twill Perish There-How Sad The Sight!
Go Search It Out And Bring It Home,
No More In Darkness Let It Roam;
You’ll Find It There In Dreadful Plight,
Oh! Go And Bring It Back Tonight.
The Ninety-Nine Are Safe Today,
They’re All At Home, So Fully Blest,
But One Is Wanderings Far Away,
Upon The Mountain’s Snowy Crest.
The Ninety-Nine With Care Are Fed,
And Rest Within The Shepherd’s Fold;
But One Is Starving, Nearly Dead,
Upon The Mountains Bare And Cold.
The Shepherd Dear, Aloud Doth Weep
Because One Lamb Afar Doth Roam;
The Ninety-Nine He’ll Safely Keep
We’ll Seek That Lamb And Bring It Home.
