There is a fold whence none can stray,
And pas­tures ever green,
Where sul­try sun, or stor­my day,
Or night, is ne­ver seen.

Far up the ev­er­last­ing hills,
In God’s own light, it lies;
His smile its vast di­men­sion fills
With joy that ne­ver dies.

One nar­row vale, one dark­some wave,
Divides that land from this;
I have a shep­herd pledged to save,
And bear me home to bliss.

Soon at His feet my soul will lie,
In life’s last strug­gling breath;
But I shall only seem to die,
I shall not taste of death.

Far from this guil­ty world, to be
Exempt from toil and strife;
To spend eter­ni­ty with Thee,
My Sav­ior, this is life!