There is a fold where none can stray,

And pastures ever green,

Where sultry sun, or stormy day,

Or night, is never seen.

2 Far up the everlasting hills,

In God’s own light it lies;

His smile its vast dominion fills

With joy that never dies.

3 One narrow vale, one darksome wave,

Divides that land from this;

I have a Shepherd pledged to save,

And bear me home to bliss.

4 Soon at his feet my soul shall lie,

In life’s last struggling breath;

But I shall only seem to die,

I shall not taste of death.

5 Far from this guilty world to be

Exempt from toil and strife;

To spend eternity with thee—

My Saviour, this is life!