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[October 31 2007]
| A tinker out of Bedford | The Holy War |  |
| Across a world where all men grieve | Justice | |
| After the burial-parties leave | The Hyaenas | |
| Ah! What avails the classic bent | The Benefactors | |
| Be well assured that on our side | A Song in Storm (or 'Fate's Discourtesy') | |
| Blessèd be the English and all their ways and works. | Jobson's Amen | |
| Brethren, how shall it fare with me | The Question (or 'The Neutral') | |
| Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all | France [Prelude to France at War] | |
| For all we have and are | For all we have and are (or 'No easy hope') | |
| God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay | Russia to the Pacifists | |
| Have you news of my boy Jack?' | My Boy Jack | |
| He passed in the very battle-smoke | Lord Roberts (or, 'When the Master Gunner Died') | |
| I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way | A Pilgrim's Way (Heading to 'Up the River') | |
| In a land that the sand overlays - the way to her gates are untrod | The City of Brass | |
| Not in the thick of the fight | The Verdicts (or 'Jutland') | |
| Oh ye who hold the written clue | Things and the Man (In Memoriam - Joseph Chamberkain) | |
| Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid | The Craftsman | |
| The Babe was laid in the Manger | A Nativity | |
| The banked oars fell an hundred strong | The Rowers | |
| The Doorkeepers of Zion | Zion (or 'The Doorkeepers of Zion') | |
| The fans and the beltings they roar round me. | The Song of the Lathes | |
| The first time that Peter denièd his Lord | A Song at Cock-crow (or 'Ille Autem Iterum Negavit') | |
| The Garden called Gethsemane | Gethsemane | |
| The overfaithful sword returns the user | 'Fragment of Unknown Origin' | |
| The overfaithful sword returns the user | The Pro-Consuls | |
| The road to En-dor is easy to tread | En-Dor | |
| The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; | The Sons of Martha | |
| There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally; | The Spies' March | |
| These were never your true love's eyes | The Oldest Song | |
| They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young | Mesopotamia | |
| This is the State above the Law | A Death-Bed | |
| Through learned and laborious years | The Outlaws | |
| To the Judge of Right and Wrong | The Choice (or 'Hymn of the Free People') | |
| Today, across our fathers' graves | The Veterans | |
| Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose | The Virginity | |
| Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad | The Houses (or; 'In the House Militant'; or; 'A Song of the Dominions') | |
| We counterfeited once for your disport | Mary's Son (or Don't Stop) | |
| We had a kettle; we let it leak | Natural Theology (chorus) | |
| We thought we ranked above the chance of ill | Ulster 1914 (or 'The Covenant') | |
| We were all one heart and one race | The Declaration of London | |
| We're not so old in the Army List | The Irish Guards | |
| What boots it on the Gods to call? | A Recantation (or 'To Lyde of the Music Halls') | |
| When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride | The Female of the Species | |
| Whence comest thou, Gehazi | Gehazi | |
| Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? | The Dead King (or 'Edward VII') | |