God’s pavilion
Hearken, Lord, to my complaints
There is a river pure and bright
Why, O God! thy people spurn?
Worship of God in his Temple
Lord, I have put my trust in Thee
Rulers are but men
The Dangers of the Ocean
Out Of The Depths Of Woe
Christian Watchfulness and Reproof
Although the vine its fruit deny
Saints of God the dawn is brightening
A voice upon the midnight air
Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful
How Beauteous Were the Marks Divine
Palms of glory, raiment bright