And the Cry of the City Went Up to Heaven

Only Her Lips Moved (But Her Voice Was Not Heard)

To Make Them Inherit the Throne of Glory

Go, Lie Down: And It Shall Be, If He Call Thee, That Thou Shalt Say, Speak, Lord; For Thy Servant Heareth

Not Been Such a Thing

Had Fallen Upon His Face to the Earth Before the Ark of the Lord

New Cart for an Old Eternity

Thundered With a Great Thunder on That Day

Now Make Us a King to Judge Us Like All the Nations