LXV. The wandering Sheep recovered.

LORD, we have wander'd from thy Way;
Like follish Sheep, have gone astray;
Our pleasant Pastures we have left,
And of their Guard our Souls bereft .

Expos'd to Want, expos'd to Harm;
Far from our gentle Shepherd's Arm;
Nor will these fatal Wand'rings cease,
Till thou reveal the Paths of Peace.

O seek thy thoughtless Servants, LORD,
Nor let us quite forget thy Word;
Our erring Souls do thou restore,
And keep us, that we stray no more.