Sinfonia

Comfort Ye My People

Every Valley Shall be Exalted

And the Glory of the Lord

Thus Saith the Lord

But Who May Abide the Day of His Coming

And He Shall Purify

Behold! A Virgin Shall Conceive

O Thou That Tellest Good Tidings to Zion

For Unto Us a Child is Born

There were Shepherds Abiding in the Field

And Then Angel Said Unto Them

And Suddenly There Was With the Angel

Glory to God

Rejoice Greatly, O Daughter of Zion!

~ Intermission ~

He Shall Feed His Flock

His Yoke is Easy, and His Burthen is Light

Behold The Lamb of God

He Was Despised

Surely He Hath Born Our Griefs

All We Like Sheep Have Gone Astray

Lift Up Your Heads, O Ye Gates

Why Do the Nations

I Know That My Redeemer Liveth

Hallelujah!