Scripture Verse

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. Psalm 23:2


Words & Mu­sic: He­nry L. Dun­can, in New Vic­to­ry, ed­it­ed by Em­mett S. Dean (Nash­ville, Ten­nes­see: Na­tion­al Bap­tist Pub­lish­ing Board, 1918), num­ber 68, alt. (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Dun­can (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


When we come to Ed­en’s bloom­ing fields,
Where there are no sad fare­wells,
We’ll to Je­sus ren­der glad­some praise
Throughout ev­er­last­ing days.


Sweet fields all ar­rayed,
With foun­tains and ev­er­green;
The Lamb shall be praised,
And there we with Him shall reign.

In that land where gold­en harps shall ring,
And the glo­ri­fied shall sing,
Where the Lord in glad paths leads His own,
And no pain shall e’er be known.


Sweetly falls up­on your ear His voice—
Gladly hear it and re­joice;
Why not choose the path to Hea­ven’s shore,
And be blest for ev­er­more?