Evil, Be Thou My Good.

Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.

The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

What Reinforcement We May Gain From Hope; If Not, What Resolution From Despair.

Only This I Know, That One Celestial Father Gives To All.

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.