The Lambs of the Upper Fold

Verse 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.

Chorus

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.

Verse 2

There are tiny mounds where the hopes of earth Were laid 'neath the tear-wet mold, But the light that paled at the stricken hearth Was joy to the upper fold. O the white stone 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.