Oh Shepherds of Israel,

You Savior of men.

Go out to my lost sheep,

And gather them in.

So many have strayed

From the true shepherd's fold;

They are lost in the darkness,

In the long winter's cold.

The hireling has sheared them,

For his own selfish gain;

As sheep for the slaughter,

My sheep have been slain.

Lift up your voice, cry in the night;

They will hear the true Shepherd's call.

Cry in the wilderness for those that are there,

Search till you find them all.

Mildred Eslick Garner