III. Rouse Thee, My Fainting Soul – Be Merciful, Be Gracious
IVb-d. I Can No More – Rescue Him, O Lord – Novissima hora est
V. Proficiscere, anima Christiana – Go, in the name of Angels and Archangels
VIIIb-d. Low-born Clods of Brute Earth – Dispossessed, Aside Thrust – The Mind Bold and Independent
IXb-d. There Was a Mortal Praise – Praise to the Holiest in the Height – Glory to Him
Xa-b. But Hark! A Grand Mysterious Harmony – And Now the Threshold as We Traverse It
XIb. Jesu! By That Shuddering Dread – XIIa. I Go Before My Judge
XIIb-d. Praise to His Name! – Take Me Away! – Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Refuge
XIII. Softly and Gently "Angel's Farewell"
