She Truly had Mourned becuase of Us

Their Joy was Full, and My Mother was Comforted

I Drew His Sword

I Shrunk and would that I Might Not Slay Him

I Spake unto Him as if it had been Laban

The Plates of Brass

I Called After Them

I Found that it was Laban

In the Cavity of the Rock

An Angel of the Lord Came