I often go walking in meadows of clover,
And I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue.
I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over;
Dear mother, all flowers remind me of you.
O mother, I give you my love with each flower
To give forth sweet fragrance a whole lifetime through;
For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking,
I learn how to love them, dear mother, from you.
All Will Be Well
And Will The Judge Descend
Count Your Blessings
Abide With Me!
Jesus, Joy of Man’s Desiring
Bringing In The Sheaves
Deep River
Oh, What Songs of the Heart
Almighty Father, Unoriginate
And Are We Yet Alive
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Almighty Father, Hear Our Cry
All Ye That Pass By
Are Ye Able
And Is This Life Prolonged
Love at Home
Turn Around
Almighty Maker Of My Frame
Almighty God, Who From The Flood
Angel Voices, Ever Singing