[00:07.000]Someone is absent, the shepherd said[00:09.000]As over my classbook he bent his head[00:12.000]For several Sundays absent too[00:15.000]So tell me teacher what did you do?[00:22.000]I didn't call as perhaps I should[00:24.000]I sent some cards but they did no good[00:28.000]I never heard and she never came[00:31.000]So I decided to drop her name[00:46.000]He answered gravely, The fault was mine[00:49.000]Hundred, no, there were ninety nine[00:52.000]One was lost and dark and cold[00:56.000]I sought that sheep that had left the fold[01:24.000]The path was stony and edged with thorns[01:27.000]My feet were wounded bruised and torn[01:30.000]I kept on searching not counting the cost[01:33.000]And overjoyed when I found the lost[02:01.000]Thus spoke the shepherd in tender tones[02:03.000]I looked and lo, I was all alone[02:06.000]But God, a vision, had sent to me[02:09.000]To show his will towards the absentee