Contents: Bach: Prepare thyself, Zion • Slumber, beloved, and take thy repose – Benedict: Father, whose blessing we entreat • O Thou afflicted – Bennett: O Lord, Thou hast searched me out – Blumner: My warning heed..Thine, O Saviour, is love unending – Costa: Lord, from my bed again I rise • It is a good thing to give thanks..This night I lift my heart to Thee – Cowen: Like as a father pitieth his children – Dvorak: Within what gloomy depths forest..Thy leading would had not followed – Gade: O, with pure devotion • When onward I am gazing – Gaul: Eye hath not seen • Now go your ways, my daughters well- beloved..O gracious Lord, cast down Thine eyes • Thou art the guide of our youth – Handel: O Judah, Judah! chosen seed!..O Lord, whom we adore • Great Prophetess! my soul's on fire..In the battle, fame pursuing • The smiling hours, a joyful train • Thou shalt bring them in • But who is this? tremendous to behold..Awful, pleasing being, say • Now give the army breath..Heroes, when with glory burning • Father of heav'n! From Thy eternal throne • Behold a virgin shall conceive..O thou that tellest good tidings to Zion • He was despised and rejected • Return, O God of Hosts • O Lord, whose mercies numberless • What tho' I trace each herb and flower • A love like mine, so faithful..When first I saw my lovely maid • Lord, to Thee, each night and day – Kiel: He was oppress'd and afflicted sore • For my soul is athirst for God • Turn again to thy rest – Mackenzie: Gladness is taken away – Marechal: He is dead the child I cherish!..One would say, he reposes – Mendelssohn: O rest in the Lord • And he journeyed with companions..But the Lord is mindful of His own – Parry: The Lord is long-suffering and merciful – Raff: Thrust in Thy sickle, and reap..Great and wonderful are all Thy works • Behold, the House of God is with men – Reinthaler: The Lord will not be ever wroth – Saint-Saëns: Patiently have I waited for the Lord • Thou, O Lord, art my protector – Sullivan: The Lord is risen • Love is not the world – Vierling: From swarming Highways I now have escaped..Lord, for whom my soul is burning – Williams: As Thou wilt, Father.

Editor: Max Spicker