Text: | Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace |
Text: | With all my powers of heart and tongue |
Author: | Watts |
Text: | Come hither all ye weary souls |
Author: | Watts |
Text: | Through many climes, o'er many lands |
Author: | G. B. Ide |
Text: | Eternal Source of every joy |
Author: | Doddridge |