There’s a fold both safe and hap­py,
Where the li­ttle ones may dwell;
And se­cure the Shep­herd guards it,
For the lambs He loves so well.
Through the plea­sant fields He leads them,
By the stream­lets fresh and clear;
Rest and glad­ness gives He to them,
And His bless­èd voice they hear.

Many of His lambs are rest­ing
In a yet more peace­ful fold,
Sheltered from the heat of sum­mer,
Sheltered from the win­ter’s cold;
In a bright and hap­py coun­try,
Where ’tis al­ways fresh and fair,
And the pre­sence of the Shep­herd
Bideth ev­er with them there.

Of that fold the doors stand op­en,
And its rest each one may win;
For the wel­come of the Mas­ter
Greeteth all who en­ter in.
Then will be the hap­py meet­ings
With the lambs that went be­fore;
One blest fold and one dear Shep­herd,
Safe at home for­ev­er­more!