THE NINETY and NINE Vintage 1896 Hymn Page||Wood Frame Sign||Authentic Hymnal Page||Wood sign

$28.00

WONDERFUL WORDS OF LIFE
This 9x6.5 handmade wood framed vintage hymn is the perfect addition to floating shelves, a mantle, an end table next to a couch, hanging on a gallery wall~your faith on display. A thoughtful housewarming gift, birthday, baptism, holiday, wedding or anniversary gift. This vintage hymn can be a special reminder of the times you spent in church, songs your grandparents sang, or just a reminder of your faith.

Each hymn is vintage. Each on is unique. It is taken from a 1936 hymnal which guarantees it to have all the wonderful character that only something valued and treasured can have. All pages show some wear, as they are over 120 years old. There may be small tears on edges that are glued down so that it will not ruin the hymn, small folds on the corners. Some hymns can be slightly off center as the pages were not precisely printed on the page. Some may still have pencil or pen marks on them.I will do the best as I can to keep them in the condition in which they were found because there is so much beauty in that.


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's
care.
"Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and
nine;
Are they not enough for Thee?"
But the Shepherd made answer: "This
of Mine
Has wandered away from Me.
And although the road be rough and
steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep."
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;
'Twas sick and helpless and ready to
die.
"Lord, whence are those blood-drops
all the way,
That mark out the mountain's track?"
"They were shed for one who had
gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him
back."
"Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent
and torn?"
"They're pierced tonight by many a
thorn."
And all through the mountains,
thunder-riv'n,
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a glad cry to the gate of
heav'n,
"Rejoice! I have found My sheep!"
And the angels echoed around the
throne,
"Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His
own!"

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