# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | The flowers are springing to meet her, our queen | | | | | | | |
d402 | The glad spring woods are ringing | | | | | | | |
d403 | The heavens are telling the Lord's endless glory | | | | | | | |
d404 | The Lord of glory, O wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d405 | The messenger angel descending at night | | | | | | | |
d406 | The snow lay on the ground | | | | | | | |
d407 | The youth who wealth and court [courts] despised | | | | | | | |
d408 | There is no heart like thine, sweet Lord | | | | | | | |
d409 | Therese our saint of later years | | | | | | | |
d410 | This hour of prayer, O Jesus dear | | | | | | | |
d411 | This is the image of the [our] queen | | | | | | | |
d412 | This is the month of Mary | | | | | | | |
d413 | Thou for whom I'vew long been sighing | | | | | | | |
d414 | Thou hast many portraits, mother | | | | | | | |
d415 | Thou hast many titles, Mary | | | | | | | |
d416 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d417 | Thou that art so fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d418 | Though awake or sleeping | | | | | | | |
d419 | Through thy agony, O Jesus, Lead thou me | | | | | | | |
d420 | Thy kingdom come, O King of earth | | | | | | | |
d421 | Thy month, our holy mother, now | | | | | | | |
d422 | Thy month 'tis, blessed mother | | | | | | | |
d423 | 'Tis the month of our Mother, the sweet month of May | | | | | | | |
d424 | To Christ, the Prince of Peace, The Son of God most high | | | | | | | |
d425 | To Jesus' heart all burning with fervent love for men | | | | | | | |
d426 | To kneel at thine altar, in faith we draw near | | | | | | | |
d427 | To Saint Bernard the great | | | | | | | |
d428 | To thee, O heart of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d429 | Two hands have haunted me for days | | | | | | | |
d430 | Unfold, unfold, unfold ye portals everlasting | | | | | | | |
d431 | Unfold, unfold ye [golden] gates of heaven | | | | | | | |
d432 | Uplift the voice and sing | | | | | | | |
d433 | Upon the altar, night and day | | | | | | | |
d434 | Vast as ocean's waters | | | | | | | |
d435 | We call on thee, sweet Saint Joseph | | | | | | | |
d436 | We come, dearest Mother, this beautiful May day | | | | | | | |
d437 | We come, dearest Mother, with fondest devotion | | | | | | | |
d438 | We come to crown with royal state | | | | | | | |
d439 | We come to thee, O happy saint | | | | | | | |
d440 | We need thy Son, O dearest mother | | | | | | | |
d441 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d442 | Welcome, sweet Jesus, to my poor | | | | | | | |
d443 | We'll crown thee at morn | | | | | | | |
d444 | What a sea of tears and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d445 | What happiness can equal mine | | | | | | | |
d446 | What lovely infant can this be | | | | | | | |
d447 | When blossoms flowered mid the | | | | | | | |
d448 | When evening shades are falling | | | | | | | |
d449 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d450 | When our Savior gathered around | | | | | | | |
d451 | When our Savior wished to prove | | | | | | | |
d452 | When softly dawns the golden light | | | | | | | |
d453 | While beams the sun in splendour | | | | | | | |
d454 | While rose of Rome, encrimsoned | | | | | | | |
d455 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d456 | While the days of youth are | | | | | | | |
d457 | While the shadows of eve are near | | | | | | | |
d458 | Whither thus, in holy rapture | | | | | | | |
d459 | Who is this cometh over the mountains | | | | | | | |
d460 | With angel hosts on bended knee | | | | | | | |
d461 | With glory lit, the midnight air [skies] | | | | | | | |
d462 | With hearts of devotion we kneel | | | | | | | |
d463 | With hearts of praise we come to thee | | | | | | | |
d464 | With hearts thrilling loud | | | | | | | |
d465 | With tender love we come to thee | | | | | | | |
d466 | With thy hand, O Mother Mary | | | | | | | |
d467 | Wonderful melodies pealing | | | | | | | |
d468 | Wondrous love that cannot falter | | | | | | | |
d469 | Ye angels, now be glad | | | | | | | |
d470 | Ye souls of the faithful, who sleep in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d471 | You have come to my heart, dearest | | | | | | | |