And the glory of the Lord
And he shall purify
O thou that tellest good tidings to Zion
For unto us a child is born
Glory to God
His yoke is easy, and his burthen is light
Behold the Lamb of God
Surely he hath borne our griefs
And with his stripes we are healed
All we like sheep have gone astray
He trusted in God
Lift up your heads, O ye gates
Hallelujah
Since by man came death
Worthy is the lamb that was slain
