Text: | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes |
Author: | Mrs. Barbauld |
Text: | Thy happy ones a strain begin |
Author: | T. H. Gill |
Text: | Soft be the gently breathing notes |
Author: | Collier |
Text: | When sins and fears prevailing rise |
Author: | Mrs. Steele |
Text: | I thirst, but not as once I did |
Author: | Cowper |
Text: | Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free |