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2Mine Eyes With Fervency of Sprite
My Soul Oppressed With Care and Grief
O Lord, How Long Wilt Thou Forget
O Lord Who in Thy Sacred Tent
O You That Hear This Voice
Although The Heathen Poets
My Mind To Me a Kingdom Is
Lullaby, My Sweet Little Baby
Blessed Is He That Fears The Lord
How Shall A Young Man Prone To Ill
Help Lord, For Wasted Are Those Men
Lord In Thy Wrath Reprove Me Not
Though Amaryllis Dance in Green
I Joy Not in No Earthly Bliss
As I Beheld I Saw a Herdman Wild
What Pleasure Have Great Princes
Why Do I Use My Paper Ink and Pen?
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