Saith the Lord, Vengeance is mine, [47].
Saviour, who died for me, [86].
Say, is your lamp burning, my brother, [66].
Say not, the struggle naught availeth, [172].
Says God: Who comes towards me, [207].
Search thine own heart, [102].
Secure in his prophetic strength, [64].
Serene I fold my hands and wait, [171].
Serve God and be cheerful, [143].
She brought her box of, [240].