Their Joy was Full, and My Mother was Comforted

We did Flee before the servants of Laban

In the Cavity of the Rock

An Angel of the Lord Came

Laman and Lemuel Again Began to Murmur

I Caused They Should Hide Themselves Without the Walls

I Spake unto Him as if it had been Laban

The Plates of Brass

I Have Dreamed a Dream

I Will Go and Do the Things