1. There is a fold whence none can stray, And pastures ev - er green.

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;"
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the gospel leads us home.-REF.

3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,

The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea,
And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing,

Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.-REF.
4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary,
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;

Faith's journeys end in welcomes to the weary,

And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.-REF.

5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping;
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above;

Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping,

And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.-REF.

Rev. Frederick W. Faber, 1854.

There is a land where beauty nev-er dies, Where love becomes im-mor- tal.