Hymn/Song Information

THE SHEPHERD'S FOLD ON HIGH

When the sheep have
all been gathered,
To the Shepherd’s fold on high,
And are resting, sweetly resting
’Neath a calm, unchanging sky;
When we look with cloudless vision
Stretching far and far away,
O’er that land beyond the sunset,
Where the morning breezes play.

There, beside the wells of water
From celestial springs,
Celestial springs that flow,
There the everlasting kindness
Of our Savior we shall know.

When our final march is ended,
And the last dread conflict o’er;
When the world recedes forever,
To revolve as now no more;
When the hosts of
God’s redeemed ones
With the grand orchestral throng
Of the angels and archangels
Shout their hallelujah song.

There, beside the wells of water
From celestial springs,
Celestial springs that flow,
There the everlasting kindness
Of our Savior we shall know.

There’s a river that proceedeth
From our Father’s throne above,
Still reflecting on its bosom
His eternal light of love;
Oh, to think that on its margin
With our kindred we may dwell,
In a home beyond the shadows
Never more to say farewell.

There, beside the wells of water
From celestial springs,
Celestial springs that flow,
There the everlasting kindness
Of our Savior we shall know.