Text: | High as the heavens above the ground |
Author: | Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |
Text: | How can I sink with such a prop |
Author: | Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |
Text: | I cannot bear thine absence, Lord |
Author: | Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |
Text: | Blood has a voice to pierce the skies |
Author: | Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |