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J.S. Bach: Depart! enough! my treasure I retain..Ye foes of man, your might is shaken - Barnby: With overflowing heart, O Lord..The soft southern breeze plays around - Beethoven: Jehovah, hear, oh hear me!..Oh, my heart is sore within me - Benedict: A wondrous change my spirit doth surprise - Bennett: His salvation is nigh them that fear Him - Cowen: How excellent is thy loving-kindness - Foster: Your heavenly Father knoweth..Seek ye first the kingdom of God - Gaul: My soul is athirst for God · To the Lord our God belong mercies · Ascribe unto the Lord worship and power - Gounod: Father, thine arms about me throw! - Handel: Great Queen, be calm.. Gentle airs, melodious strains · From celestial seats descending · Deeper and deeper still..Waft her, angels, thro' the skies · My arms! against this Gorgias will I go..Sound an alarm! · Comfort ye, my people..Ev'ry valley shall be exalted · He that dwelleth in heaven..Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron · Jehovah! to my words give ear · Oh, loss of sight!..Total eclipse! no sun, no moon · My grief for this forbids mine eyes to close..Why does the God of Israel sleep? · Tyrannic Love! I feel thy cruel dart..Ye verdant hills, ye balmy vales - Haydn: And God created Man.. In native worth and honour clad · A Crystal pavement lies the lake..the trav'ler stands perplexed - Hiller: All my strength hath fled away..Yes, Thou wilt yet remember - Mendelssohn: Ye people, rend yourhearts..If with all your hearts ye truly seek me · Then shall the righteous shine forth · Sing ye praise, all ye redeemed..He counteth all your sorrows · Be thou faithful unto death - Mercadante: When to the lily fair - Molique: Pour out thy heart before the Lord - Parry: I will bear the indignation of God - Pugno: I Live! my heart is beating!..Thy name I praise, O God - Reinthaler: What! Miriam shall perish on the sacrificial altar?..Lovely and sweet as the rose in the vale - Spohr: O how familiar to mine ear..Remember, Lord, what Thou hast laid upon us - Stainer: King ever-glorious · My hope is in the Everlasting - Sullivan: Refrain thy voice from weeping · No chastening for the present seemeth joyous..Come, ye children, and hearken unto me - C.M. von Weber: Look how the fruitful land is smiling. Happy nation, still receiving.