There is a fold whence none can stray
Verse 1
There is a fold whence none can stray, And pastures ever green, Where sultry sun, or stormy day, Or night is never seen.
Verse 2
There is a Shepherd living there, The Firstborn from the dead, Who tends with sweet, unwearied care The flock for which He bled.
Verse 3
There congregate the sons of light, Fair as the morning sky, And taste of infinite delight Beneath their Saviour's eye.
Verse 4
Their joy bursts forth in strains of love In one harmonious song, And through the heavenly courts above The echoes roll along.
Verse 5
O may our faith take up that sound Though toiling here below! ' Midst trials may our joys abound, And songs amidst our woe.
Verse 6
Until we reach that happy shore And join to swell their strain, And from our God go out no more And never weep again.