In the darkness, alone,
A tiny lamb
Wandered far from the fold,
Forgot where he began
Yet when the shepherd saw
The lamb was gone,
He left his fire and folded flock
To go and find the one.

By the light of the stars
The shepherd searched,
For he knew that darkness preys
On lambs lost in the world.
Relentless through the night
The shepherd called,
And wept at last to see the lamb
Come running to his arms.

He knows his lambs
For they follow him:
They hear his voice calling them by name.
He knows the hills and fields afar
Where oft his lambs have strayed,
And through the night
The shepherd calls,
"Come follow me";
He calls to all his wand’ring sheep.
"Come unto me."

In the darkness, alone,
The Lamb of God
Went into Gethsemane
With perfect, willing love.
Then for ev’ry wand’ring lamb
And wounded soul,
Suffering, He learned to be
The Shepherd of us all.

He knows His lambs
For they follow him:
They hear His voice calling them by name.
He knows the hills and fields afar
Where oft His lambs have strayed,
And through the night
The Shepherd calls,
"Come follow me";
He calls to all His wand’ring sheep.
"Come unto me."

I hasten to His voice and feel The grace that He extends;
He folds me in His love
And welcomes back
His wayward lamb.

He loves His sheep and they follow him:
I hear His voice calling me by name.
He knows the hills and fields afar
Where often I have strayed,
And through the night the shepherd calls,
"Come follow Me";
He calls to all his wand’ring sheep.
"Come unto Me."

Words by Toni Thomas/Diane Tuiofu
Music by Diane Tuiofu