GREENFIELD
Lyrics by Nahum Tate and Nicholas Brady
Music by Lewis Edson, Sr.

God is our refuge in distress,
A present help when dangers press;
In Him undaunted we'll confide.
Tho' earth were from her center toss'd
And mountains in the ocean lost,
Torn piecemeal by the roaring tide.

A gentler stream with gladness still
The city of our Lord shall fill,
The royal seat of God most high:
God dwells in Zion, whose fair tow'rs
Shall mock th'assaults of earthly pow'rs,
While his almighty aid is nigh.

Come, see the wonders He hath wrought,
On earth what desolation brought;
How He has calm'd the jarring world:
He broke the warlike spear and bow;
With them their thund'ring chariots too
Into devouring flames were hurl'd.

AYLESBURY, PSALM 23 (1718)
By Dr. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

The Lord my shepherd is,
I shall be well supplied
Since He is mine and am his,
What can I want beside?

He leads me to the place
Where heav'nly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.

While he affords his aid,
I cannot yield to fear;
Though I should walk through death's dark shade,
My shepherd's with me there.

In spite of all my foes
Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.

The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my foll'wing days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

Cyberhymnal SM midi arrangement of Aylesbury

ANGEL'S HYMN, PSALM 95 (1623)
Music by Orlando Gibbons

O come, let us sing to the Lord,
To him our voices raise;
With joyful noise let us the rock
Of our salvation praise.

Let us before his presence come
With praise, and thankful voice;
Let us sing psalms to him with grace,
And make a joyful noise.

For God's a great God, and great king;
Above all gods he is.
The depths of earth are in his hand;
The heights of hills are his.

To him the spacious sea belongs,
For he the same did make;
The dry land also from his hands
Its form at first did take.

O come, and let us worship him;
Let us bow down withal,
And on our knees before the Lord,
Our Maker, let us fall.

Cyberhymnal LM midi arrangement of Angel's Hymn

WARREN (1743)
Lyrics by John Cennick
Music by Ignaz Joseph Pleyel (1790)

Children of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing!
Sing your Savior's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways!

We are traveling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod:
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

Lift your eyes, ye sons of light!
Sion's city is in sight:
There our endless home shall be,
There our Lord we soon shall see.

Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.

Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we will still follow thee.