{"id":4435,"date":"2016-02-11T03:08:53","date_gmt":"2016-02-11T08:08:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/?p=4435"},"modified":"2016-02-11T03:08:53","modified_gmt":"2016-02-11T08:08:53","slug":"the-ninety-and-nine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/2016\/02\/11\/the-ninety-and-nine\/","title":{"rendered":"The Ninety And Nine"},"content":{"rendered":"

“What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?\u00a0And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing.\u00a0And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.\u00a0I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance.” Luke 15:4-7\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

An early childhood memory I have is of a Bible storybook in our home. I would often take that book to my Daddy and asked him to read it to me. My favorite story that I asked for over and over was that of the above passage – the one lost sheep.<\/p>\n

The other day, Bethany was telling me about the story behind the hymn – “The Ninety and Nine”. The words were written by Elizabeth Clephane and the music by Ira D. Sankey, a musician who traveled with D.L. Moody on his evangelistic meetings. The story behind the music for the hymn goes like this:<\/p>\n

[Sankey spot\u00adted these words in a Bri\u00adtish news\u00adpa\u00adper while on an evan\u00adgel\u00adism tour in Scot\u00adland with Dwight Moo\u00addy. He tore the po\u00adem from the pa\u00adper, put it in his pock\u00adet, and for\u00adgot about it. Lat\u00ader that day, at the end of their ser\u00advice in Edin\u00adburgh, Moo\u00addy asked Sank\u00adey for a clos\u00ading song. Ira was caught by sur\u00adprise, but the Ho\u00adly Spir\u00adit re\u00admind\u00aded him of the po\u00adem in his pock\u00adet. He brought it out, said a pray\u00ader, then com\u00adposed the tune as he sang. Thus was born \u201cThe Nine\u00adty and Nine.\u201d This was Sank\u00adey\u2019s first at\u00adtempt at writ\u00ading a hymn tune.] – taken from cyberhymnal.org<\/p>\n

I woke up a little while ago with this\u00a0hymn on my heart and thought I would share\u00a0the words\u00a0here. I am very thankful for the night when, as an 8-year-old girl, the Loving Shepherd found this lost sheep. I had been under conviction for some time and that night I\u00a0“waved the white flag of surrender” and\u00a0trusted Christ to save me. Reading the words below not only bring back different childhood memories…but they are also a comfort, knowing that the Lord knows where each of our lost loved ones are…<\/p>\n

The Ninety and Nine<\/strong><\/p>\n

There were ninety and nine that safely lay
\nIn the shelter of the fold.
\nBut one was out on the hills away,
\nFar off from the gates of gold.
\nAway on the mountains wild and bare.
\nAway from the tender Shepherd\u2019s care.
\nAway from the tender Shepherd\u2019s care.<\/p>\n

\u201cLord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;
\nAre they not enough for Thee?\u201d
\nBut the Shepherd made answer: \u201cThis of Mine
\nHas wandered away from Me;
\nAnd although the road be rough and steep,
\nI go to the desert to find My sheep,
\nI go to the desert to find My sheep.\u201d<\/p>\n

But none of the ransomed ever knew
\nHow deep were the waters crossed;
\nNor how dark was the night the Lord passed through
\nEre He found His sheep that was lost.
\nOut in the desert He heard its cry,
\nSick and helpless and ready to die;
\nSick and helpless and ready to die.<\/p>\n

\u201cLord, whence are those blood drops all the way
\nThat mark out the mountain\u2019s track?\u201d
\n\u201cThey were shed for one who had gone astray
\nEre the Shepherd could bring him back.\u201d
\n\u201cLord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?\u201d
\n\u201cThey are pierced tonight by many a thorn;
\nThey are pierced tonight by many a thorn.\u201d<\/p>\n

And all through the mountains, thunder riven
\nAnd up from the rocky steep,
\nThere arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven,
\n\u201cRejoice! I have found My sheep!\u201d
\nAnd the angels echoed around the throne,
\n\u201cRejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!
\nRejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!\u201d<\/p>\n

(Elizabeth Clephane)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?\u00a0And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing.\u00a0And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.\u00a0I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance.” Luke 15:4-7\u00a0 An early childhood memory I have is of a Bible storybook in our home. I would often take that book to my Daddy and asked him to read it to me. My favorite story that I asked for over and over was that of the above passage – the one lost sheep. The other day, Bethany was telling me about the story behind the hymn – “The Ninety and Nine”. The words were written by Elizabeth Clephane and the music by Ira D. Sankey, a musician who traveled with D.L. Moody on his evangelistic meetings. The story behind the music for the hymn goes like this: [Sankey spot\u00adted these words in a Bri\u00adtish news\u00adpa\u00adper while on an evan\u00adgel\u00adism tour in Scot\u00adland with Dwight Moo\u00addy. He tore the po\u00adem from the pa\u00adper, put it in his pock\u00adet, and for\u00adgot about it. Lat\u00ader that day, at the end of their ser\u00advice in Edin\u00adburgh, Moo\u00addy asked Sank\u00adey for a clos\u00ading song. Ira was caught by sur\u00adprise, but the Ho\u00adly Spir\u00adit re\u00admind\u00aded him of the po\u00adem in his pock\u00adet. He brought it out, said a pray\u00ader, then com\u00adposed the tune as he sang. Thus was born \u201cThe Nine\u00adty and Nine.\u201d This was Sank\u00adey\u2019s first at\u00adtempt at writ\u00ading a hymn tune.] – taken from cyberhymnal.org I woke up a little while ago with this\u00a0hymn on my heart and thought I would share\u00a0the words\u00a0here. I am very thankful for the night when, as an 8-year-old girl, the Loving Shepherd found this lost sheep. I had been under conviction for some time and that night I\u00a0“waved the white flag of surrender” and\u00a0trusted Christ to save me. Reading the words below not only bring back different childhood memories…but they are also a comfort, knowing that the Lord knows where each of our lost loved ones are… The Ninety and Nine There were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold. But one was out on the hills away, Far off from the gates of gold. Away on the mountains wild and bare. Away from the tender Shepherd\u2019s care. Away from the tender Shepherd\u2019s care. \u201cLord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine; Are they not enough for Thee?\u201d But the Shepherd made answer: \u201cThis of Mine Has wandered away from Me; And although the road be rough and steep, I go to the desert to find My sheep, I go to the desert to find My sheep.\u201d But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed; Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through Ere He found His sheep that was lost. Out in the desert He heard its cry, Sick and helpless and ready to die; Sick and helpless and ready to die. \u201cLord, whence are those blood drops all the way That mark out the mountain\u2019s track?\u201d \u201cThey were shed for one who had gone astray Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.\u201d \u201cLord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?\u201d \u201cThey are pierced tonight by many a thorn; They are pierced tonight by many a thorn.\u201d And all through the mountains, thunder riven And up from the rocky steep, There arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven, \u201cRejoice! I have found My sheep!\u201d And the angels echoed around the throne, \u201cRejoice, for the Lord brings back His own! Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!\u201d (Elizabeth Clephane)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[47,63,59,23,15,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4435","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-comfort","category-compassion","category-gods-love","category-grace","category-salvation","category-song"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4o6C2-19x","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4435","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4435"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4435\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4437,"href":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4435\/revisions\/4437"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4435"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4435"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.inthineheart.com\/staging\/8143\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4435"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}