A psalm by David

1. The L~RD is my shepherd;
   I'll not want
2. He has me lie down in green pastures,
   He leads me beside the still waters.
3. He revives my soul;
   He guides me on paths of righteousness for His glory.
4. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
   I fear no harm,
   For you are with me.
   Your rod and your staff
   do comfort me.
5. You set a table for me
   in sight of my enemies;
   You anoint my head with rich oil;
   my cup overflows.
6. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
   all the days of my life,
   And I shall abide in the house of the L~RD
   for ever.

For the choir conductor:
By the descendants of Korach, on the Alamot

1. G~d is a refuge and a strength for us,
   always there and ready to help in times of trouble.
2. So we will not fear when earthquakes come
   and the mountains collapse into the seas.
3. Let the oceans roar and foam.
   Mountains quake in His Majesty, constantly.
   Selah
4. There is a river that brings joy to the city of our G~d,
   the Holy Home of the Most High.
5. G~d dwells in that city; it cannot be destroyed.
   From the very break of day, G~d will protect it.
6. The nations are in chaos,
   and their kingdoms crumble!
   He has raised His voice,
   and the earth dissolves!
7. The L~RD Almighty is here among us;
   the G~d of Ya’akov is our stronghold, forever.
   Selah
8. Go and see the glorious works of the L~RD:
   See how He brings destruction in the land.
9. He causes wars to end throughout the earth.
   He breaks the bow and snaps the spear;
   He burns the chariots with fire.
10. “Be still, and know that I am G~d!
    I will be exalted by every nation.
    I will be exalted throughout the world.”

A song to the ascents

1. I raise my eyes to the mountains;
   from where will my help come?
2. My help comes from the L~RD,
   the Maker of heaven and earth.
3. He will not let your foot slip;
   Your Guardian will not slumber;
4. See, the Guardian of Israel
   neither slumbers nor sleeps.
5. The L~RD watches over you;
   the L~RD is your protective shade at your right hand
6. The sun will not harm you by day,
   nor the moon by night.
7. The L~RD will keep you from every evil;
   He will watch over your soul;
8. The L~RD will guard your departure and arrival
   from this time and forever.

Laurence Binyon
(1869-1943)

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
Our country mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond our country's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

We Shall Keep The Faith
Moina Michael

Oh! You who sleep in Flanders’ Fields
Sleep sweet - to rise anew;
We caught the torch you threw,
And holding high we kept
The faith with those who died.

We cherish, too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valour led.
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
But lends a lustre to the red
On the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders’ fields.

And now the torch and Poppy red
Wear in honour of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught:
We've learned the lesson that ye taught
In Flanders’ fields.