# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O come, loud anthems let us sing, loud thanks | | | | | | | |
d102 | O dearest mother of mercy | | | | | | | |
d103 | O Deus, ego amo te, Nec amo te | | | | | | | |
d104 | O holy martyr spotless dove | | | | | | | |
d105 | O how sweet when daylight closes | | | | | | | |
d106 | O how the heart of Mary burns | | | | | | | |
d107 | O Jesu, Deus magne, Psator bone | | | | | | | |
d108 | O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
d109 | O Jesus let thy anger cease | | | | | | | |
d110 | O King of Heaven, from starry throne descend | | | | | | | |
d111 | O Lord, I am not worthy | | | | | | | |
d112 | O maid conceived without a stain | | | | | | | |
d113 | O Mary, mother Mary, in thee | | | | | | | |
d114 | O purest of creatures, sweet mother, sweet maid | | | | | | | |
d115 | O salutaris hostia, Qu' coeli pandis ostium | | | | | | | |
d116 | O sanctissima, O piissima, Dulcis virgo Maria | | | | | | | |
d117 | O turn to Jesus, mother, turn | | | | | | | |
d118 | O ye angelic bands, attend | | | | | | | |
d119 | On bended knee a guilty race | | | | | | | |
d120 | On this day, O beautiful mother | | | | | | | |
d121 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
d122 | Parce, Domine, parce populo | | | | | | | |
d123 | Patrem omnipotentem, factorem coeli | | | | | | | |
d124 | Pray for the dead, at noon and eve | | | | | | | |
d125 | Preserve my Jesus, O preserve | | | | | | | |
d126 | Quicumque sanus vivere | | | | | | | |
d127 | Quod in coena Christus gessit | | | | | | | |
d128 | Regina coeli, l'tare, Alleluia | | | | | | | |
d129 | Salve Joseph custos pie | | | | | | | |
d130 | Salve, salve regina, mater misericordi' | | | | | | | |
d131 | Sancta maria, sancta dei genitrix | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sanctus sanctus sanctus dominus deus sabaoth | | | | | | | |
d133 | See, he comes, whom every nation | | | | | | | |
d134 | See, heavenly Father, see the offering | | | | | | | |
d135 | See the Paraclete descending | | | | | | | |
d136 | Snow and rain have vanished | | | | | | | |
d137 | Soul of my Savior, sanctify my breast | | | | | | | |
d138 | Stabat mater dolorosa, juxta crucem lacrymosa | | | | | | | |
d139 | Strike, strike the harp in praise of God | | | | | | | |
d140 | Sub tuum pr'sidium confugimus | | | | | | | |
d141 | Sweet is the face of nature | | | | | | | |
d142 | Sweet morn thou parent of the sun | | | | | | | |
d143 | Sweet Savior, bless us ere [as] we go | | | | | | | |
d144 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d145 | Tantum ergo sacramentum | | | | | | | |
d146 | That we've been born in Christian land | | | | | | | |
d147 | The earth, O Lord, rejoices | | | | | | | |
d148 | The Lord himself, the mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d149 | The sacrifice is ended atonement has been made | | | | | | | |
d150 | The star of the ocean is risen | | | | | | | |
d151 | The youth who wealth and court [courts] despised | | | | | | | |
d152 | Thou hast sorrowed the spirit that loved thee | | | | | | | |
d153 | 'Tis the month of our Mother, the sweet month of May | | | | | | | |
d154 | To Jesus' heart all burning with fervent love for men | | | | | | | |
d155 | Today he's risen, death no more | | | | | | | |
d156 | Veni creator spiritus | | | | | | | |
d157 | Veni Jesu Amor mi | | | | | | | |
d158 | Vidi aquam egredientem de templo | | | | | | | |
d159 | Vivat, vivat, vivat Pastor bonus | | | | | | | |
d160 | Welcome, welcome, welcome | | | | | | | |
d161 | What happiness can equal mine | | | | | | | |
d162 | What lovely infant can this be | | | | | | | |
d163 | What mortal tongue can sing thy [your] praise | | | | | | | |
d164 | When evening shades are falling | | | | | | | |
d165 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d166 | When our Savior wished to prove | | | | | | | |
d167 | Whither thus, in holy rapture | | | | | | | |
d168 | With grateful hearts we breathe today [raise to thee] | | | | | | | |
d169 | With hearts truly grateful, come | | | | | | | |
d170 | With holy choirs of angels, come let us join our lays | | | | | | | |
d171 | With holy choirs of angels, come let us join our lays | | | | | | | |
d172 | Yes, heaven is the prize | | | | | | | |