(Vocal Collection). J.S. Bach: Depart! enough! my treasure I retain..Ye foes of man, your might is shaken Barnby: With overflowing heart, O Lord..The soft southern breeze plays around Beethoven: Jehovah, hear, oh hear me!..Oh, my heart is sore within me Benedict: A wondrous change my spirit doth surprise Bennett: His salvation is nigh them that fear Him Cowen: How excellent is thy loving-kindness Foster: Your heavenly Father knoweth..Seek ye first the kingdom of God Gaul: My soul is athirst for God * To the Lord our God belong mercies * Ascribe unto the Lord worship and power Gounod: Father, thine arms about me throw! Handel: Great Queen, be calm.. Gentle airs, melodious strains * From celestial seats descending * Deeper and deeper still..Waft her, angels, thro' the skies * My arms! against this Gorgias will I go..Sound an alarm! * Comfort ye, my people..Ev'ry valley shall be exalted * He that dwelleth in heaven..Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron * Jehovah! to my words give ear * Oh, loss of sight!..Total eclipse! no sun, no moon * My grief for this forbids mine eyes to close..Why does the God of Israel sleep? * Tyrannic Love! I feel thy cruel dart..Ye verdant hills, ye balmy vales Haydn: And God created Man.. In native worth and honour clad * A Crystal pavement lies the lake..the trav'ler stands perplexed Hiller: All my strength hath fled away..Yes, Thou wilt yet remember Mendelssohn: Ye people, rend yourhearts..If with all your hearts ye truly seek me * Then shall the righteous shine forth * Sing ye praise, all ye redeemed..He counteth all your sorrows * Be thou faithful unto death Mercadante: When to the lily fair Molique: Pour out thy heart before the Lord Parry: I will bear the indignation of God Pugno: I Live! my heart is beating!..Thy name I praise, O God Reinthaler: What! Miriam shall perish on the sacrificial altar'..Lovely and sweet as the rose in the vale Spohr: O how familiar to mine ear..Remember, Lord, what Thou hast laid upon us Stainer: King ever-glorious * My hope is in the Everlasting Sullivan: Refrain thy voice from weeping * No chastening for the present seemeth joyous..Come, ye children, and hearken unto me C.M. von Weber: Look how the fruitful land is smiling. Happy nation, still receiving.