But all through the mountains, thunder-riven,
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a glad cry to the height of heaven,
"Rejoice! I have found my sheep!"
And the angels echoed around the throne:
"Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!"


My Faith looks up to Thee

My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour divine!
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O, let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;
As Thou hast died for me,
O, may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.

When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll,
Blest Saviour, then, in love,