HIGH ON A MOUNTAIN
The mountains melt like wax before the Lord, before the Lord of all the earth.
IN THE DEEP DARK HILLS
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
PORCHLIGHTS TO STREETLAMPS
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!
