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.