Scripture Verse

Of such is the kingdom of God. Mark 10:14


Words & Mu­sic: Knowles Shaw, Shin­ing Pearls (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: John Church, 1868) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Knowles Shaw

A strik­ing in­stance of [Shaw’s] sym­pa­thy and pow­er to adapt him­self to cir­cum­stanc­es took place in Hum­boldt, Kan­sas.

A weal­thy and pro­mi­nent Pres­by­te­ri­an fa­mi­ly had lost an in­fant. Bro­ther Shaw went, un­in­vit­ed, to the fun­er­al.

The Pres­by­te­ri­an min­is­ter preached a fun­er­al ser­mon from a text in the Old Tes­ta­ment, and, af­ter the dis­course, the lit­tle white cof­fin, co­vered with flow­ers, rest­ing on a mar­ble topped ta­ble in the par­lor, was op­ened, that the friends and heart-strick­en par­ents might take the last look at the lit­tle un­con­scious sleep­er.

The scene was pain­ful, the part­ing se­vere, when, amid the sobs and weep­ing, there fell up­on their ears, in one of the ten­der­est, sweet­est voic­es they had ev­er heard, the fol­low­ing words: Ma­ny children, dear to us while here…

The hearts of all were hushed, and the thoughts of the strick­en ones were lift­ed from the life­less clay to the dear lost one, in the arms of the Good Shep­herd.

Shaw, en­ter­ing into the spir­it of the oc­ca­sion, had sung one of his own sweet hymns, un­der cir­cum­stanc­es that gave it great ef­fect.

It was just what the brok­en hearts be­fore him need­ed. He was warm­ly thanked by the friends.

The mo­ther af­ter­ward sent her grate­ful ac­know­ledg­ments, and a re­quest for a co­py of the vers­es he had sung. And she reck­ons among her prized trea­sures the Lambs of the Up­per Fold.

Life of Knowles Shaw, the Sing­ing Ev­an­gel­ist, by Wil­liam Bax­ter (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio & Os­ka­loo­sa, Io­wa: Cen­tral Book Con­cern, 1879), Chap­ter V.


Many children dear to us while here
Have gone, but we are told
That our absent ones in Heav’n appear,
Among the saints enrolled,
As the lambs of the upper fold.


For Jesus leads the tender lambs,
They are now in the land
Where they ne’er grow old;
How dear to us are the loving lambs,
The lambs of the upper fold.

I see the throne, I hear the song,
’Mid the angels on the other shore;
In the pastures green they are ever seen,
On Canaan’s peaceful shore,
In the land where they weep no more.


Now let us live—to Jesus give
Our strength while young and old;
So when we are gone we may rest at home,
And walk the streets of gold,
With the lambs of the upper fold.


Then let us go to the land above,
And be with the saints enrolled,
To bear the palm, and wear the crown,
And share that bliss untold,
With the lambs of the upper fold.