Comfort Ye My People
Ev'ry Valley Shall Be Exalted
And the Glory of the Lord Shall Be Revealed
But Who May Abide the Day of His Coming
O Thou That Tellest Good Tidings to Zion
Glory to God in the Highest
He Shall Feed His Flock like a Shepherd
Lift Up Your Heads, O Ye Gates
Why Do the Nations So Furiously Rage Together
Thou Shalt Break Them
Behold, the Lamb of God
He Was Despised
And with His Stripes We Are Healed
He Trusted in God That He Would Deliver Him
I Know That My Redeemer Liveth
The Trumpet Shall Sound