The Jewel ‎#53

53. Lambs of the Upper Fold

1 'Mid the pastures green of the blessed isles,
Where never is heat or cold,
Where the light of life is the Shepherd's smile,
Are the Lambs of the Upper Fold.
Where the lilies blossom in fadeless spring,
And never a heart grows old,
Where the glad new song is the song they sing,
Are the Lambs of the Upper Fold.
Lambs of the Upper Fold,
Lambs of the Upper Fold.
Where the glad new song is the song they sing,
Are the Lambs of the Upper Fold.

2 There are tiny mounds where the hopes of earth
Were laid 'neath the tear-wet mold,
But the light that pal'd at the stricken hearth
Was joy to the Upper Fold.
Oh, the white stones beareth a new name now,
That never on earth was told,
And the tender Shepherd doth guard with care
The Lambs of the Upper Fold.
Lambs of the Upper Fold,
Lambs of the Upper Fold.
And the tender Shepherd doth guard with care
The Lambs of the Upper Fold.

Text Information

• First Line: 'Mid the pastures green of the blessed isles
• Title: Lambs of the Upper Fold
• Publication Date: 1874

Tune Information

• Name: ['Mid the pastures green of the blessed isles]
• Composer: B. R. H.
• Source: From "Chapel Gems"