The Lambs of the Upper Fold

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.