Let All the Angels of God Worship Him

And the Glory of the Lord

And He Shall Purify the Sons of Levi

O Thou That Tellest Good Tidings to Zion

For unto Us a Child Is Born

And Suddenly There Was with the Angel & Glory to God in the Highest

His Yoke Is Easy and His Burden Is Light

Behold the Lamb of God

Surely He Has Borne Our Griefs and Carried Our Sorrows

And with His Stripes We Are Healed

All We Like Sheep Have Gone Astray