First Line: Like wandering sheep o'er mountains cold,

Like wandering sheep o'er mountains cold,
Since all have gone astray;
To Life and peace within the fold,
How may I find the Way ?

I ... am the Way, . . . the Truth, . . . and the Life ; . . .
No man cometh unto the Father but by Me.
I ... am the Way, ... the Truth, . . . and the Life ; . . .
No man cometh unto the Father but by Me.

2 Bewildered oft with doubt and care,
To God I fain would go ;
But while they cry, Lo here ! lo there !
The Truth how may I know ?

3 To Christ----the Way, the Truth, the Life----
I come, no more to roam ;
He'll guide me to my Father's house,
To my Eternal home.