| Harry Christophers - - Act I. Scene 1. Overture: Andante-Adagio-Allegro-Menuetto |
| Harry Christophers - - This day, a solemn feast |
| Harry Christophers - - Awake the trumpet's lofty sound |
| Harry Christophers - - Ye men of Gaza |
| Harry Christophers - - Awake the trunpet's lofty sound |
| Harry Christophers - - Loud as the thunder's awful voice |
| Harry Christophers - - Then free from sorrow |
| Harry Christophers - - Awake the trumpet's lofty sound |
| Harry Christophers - - Why by an angel was my birth foretold |
| Harry Christophers - - Torments alas! |
| Harry Christophers - - Scene 2. O change beyond report |
| Harry Christophers - - O mirror of our fickle state! |
| Harry Christophers - - Whom have I to complain of but myself |
| Harry Christophers - - Total eclipse! |
| Harry Christophers - - Since light so necessary is to life |
| Harry Christophers - - Oh first created beam! |
| Harry Christophers - - Ye see, my friends |
| Harry Christophers - - Scene 3. Brethren and men of Dan |
| Harry Christophers - - Oh miserable change! |
| Harry Christophers - - Oh ever failing trust in mortal strength! |
| Harry Christophers - - God of our fathers |
| Harry Christophers - - The good we wish for |
| Harry Christophers - - Thy glorious deeds inspir'd my tongue |
| Harry Christophers - - Justly these evils have befall'n my son |
| Harry Christophers - - My griefs for this |
| Harry Christophers - - Why does the God of Israel sleep? |
| Harry Christophers - - There lies our hope! |
| Harry Christophers - - For thee, my dearest son |
| Harry Christophers - - Then long eternity shall greet your bliss |
| Harry Christophers - - Then round about the starry throne |
| Harry Christophers - - Act Two. Scene 1. Despair not thus |
| Harry Christophers - - Just are the ways of God |
| Harry Christophers - - My evils hopleless are |
| Harry Christophers - - Return, o God of hosts |
| Harry Christophers - - Scene 2. But who is this |
| Harry Christophers - - With plaintive notes |
| Harry Christophers - - Alas! th'event was worse |
| Harry Christophers - - Your charms to ruin led the way |
| Harry Christophers - - Forgive what's done |
| Harry Christophers - - My faith and truth, O Samson |
| Harry Christophers - - To Fleeting pleasures |
| Harry Christophers - - Ne'er think of that |
| Harry Christophers - - Scene 3. Traitor to love |
| Harry Christophers - - It is not virtue, valour, wit |
| Harry Christophers - - Favour'd of Heav'n |
| Harry Christophers - - To man God'd universal law |
| Harry Christophers - - Scene 4. No words of peace |
| Harry Christophers - - Honour and arms |
| Harry Christophers - - Put on your arms |
| Harry Christophers - - With thee! a man condemn'd |
| Harry Christophers - - Go baffled coward |
| Harry Christophers - - Here lie the proof |
| Harry Christophers - - Hear, Jacob's God |
| Harry Christophers - - Dagon, arise! |
| Harry Christophers - - To song and dance |
| Harry Christophers - - To song and dance |
| Harry Christophers - - Fix'd in his everlasting seat |
| Harry Christophers - - Act Three. Scene 1. More trouble is behind |
| Harry Christophers - - Presuming slave |
| Harry Christophers - - Reflect then, Samson |
| Harry Christophers - - Chorus - With thunder arm'd |
| Harry Christophers - - Be of good courage |
| Harry Christophers - - Thus when the sun |
| Harry Christophers - - With might endued |
| Harry Christophers - - The holy One of Israel be thy guide |
| Harry Christophers - - Scene 2. Old Manoa with youthful steps |
| Harry Christophers - - Great Dagon |
| Harry Christophers - - What noise of joy was that? |
| Harry Christophers - - How willing my paternal love |
| Harry Christophers - - Your hopes of his deliv'ry |
| Harry Christophers - - Noise call you this? |
| Harry Christophers - - Scene 3. Where shall I run? |
| Harry Christophers - - Ye sons of Israel now lament |
| Harry Christophers - - Proceed we hence |
| Harry Christophers - - Dead March |
| Harry Christophers - - The body comes |
| Harry Christophers - - Glorious hero |
| Harry Christophers - - Come, come! |
| Harry Christophers - - Let the bright seraphim |
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