There’s a Fold Both Safe and Happy

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!