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.