There Is a Fold Whence None Can Stray

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!