# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O God, how ought my grateful heart | | | | | | | |
d102 | O God, the lot, reward and prize | | | | | | | |
d103 | O heart of Mary, pure and fair | | | | | | | |
d104 | O holy mother of our God | | | | | | | |
d105 | O how the heart of Mary burns | | | | | | | |
d106 | O if I were a nice good child | | | | | | | |
d107 | O Jesu, Deus magne, Psator bone | | | | | | | |
d108 | O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
d109 | O lovely tree, whose branches wore | | | | | | | |
d110 | O Mary, mother Mary, in thee | | | | | | | |
d111 | O Mary, my mother, to thee do I flee | | | | | | | |
d112 | O power divine, O charity | | | | | | | |
d113 | O purest of creatures, sweet mother, sweet maid | | | | | | | |
d114 | O sanctissima, O purissima | | | | | | | |
d115 | O we should ne'er forget | | | | | | | |
d116 | O ye angelic bands, attend | | | | | | | |
d117 | O Zion, open wide thy gates | | | | | | | |
d118 | On Jordan [Jordan's] banks the Baptist's [Herald's] cry [voice] | | | | | | | |
d119 | On this day, O beautiful mother | | | | | | | |
d120 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
d121 | Prayers won't be always vain | | | | | | | |
d122 | Rock of ages, rent for me, Let me hide myself | | | | | | | |
d123 | Rose of the cross, thou mystic flower | | | | | | | |
d124 | Saving host we fall before thee | | | | | | | |
d125 | See the Paraclete descending | | | | | | | |
d126 | She is our mother | | | | | | | |
d127 | She wore a crown of glory | | | | | | | |
d128 | Sing, my tongue, the Savior's glory, of his flesh | | | | | | | |
d129 | Sing, sing, ye angel [angelic] bands | | | | | | | |
d130 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d131 | Spirit, Creator of mankind | | | | | | | |
d132 | Stars of glory, shine more brightly | | | | | | | |
d133 | Strike the cymbal, roll the tymbal [timbrel] | | | | | | | |
d134 | Strike the harp in praise of God | | | | | | | |
d135 | Sweet Babe, reposing in my heart | | | | | | | |
d136 | Sweet is the face of nature | | | | | | | |
d137 | Sweet morn thou parent of the sun | | | | | | | |
d138 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d139 | Sweetly the angels sing, as they adore | | | | | | | |
d140 | The fiery sun now rolls away | | | | | | | |
d141 | The Lord himself, the mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d142 | The slave, the desolate, to cheer | | | | | | | |
d143 | The wearied dove now trembling flies | | | | | | | |
d144 | The youth who wealth and court [courts] despised | | | | | | | |
d145 | Thee, soverign God, we grateful praise | | | | | | | |
d146 | This day with gladness, Christian choirs proclaim | | | | | | | |
d147 | This is the month of Mary | | | | | | | |
d148 | Thou loving Maker of mankind | | | | | | | |
d149 | Though no father's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d150 | 'Tis the month of our Mother, the sweet month of May | | | | | | | |
d151 | To love thee, O Mary | | | | | | | |
d152 | To you, who live in sin and pain | | | | | | | |
d153 | Today he's risen, death no more | | | | | | | |
d154 | 'Twas in the stilly night | | | | | | | |
d155 | Virgin of all virgins best | | | | | | | |
d156 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d157 | What a sea of tears and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d158 | What happiness can equal mine | | | | | | | |
d159 | What mortal tongue can sing thy [your] praise | | | | | | | |
d160 | When in death, blessed mother | | | | | | | |
d161 | When morning is breaking | | | | | | | |
d162 | Whilst I dwell, O my God, in this valley | | | | | | | |
d163 | With grateful hearts, let's all combine | | | | | | | |
d164 | With hearts truly grateful, come | | | | | | | |
d165 | Ye angels, now be glad | | | | | | | |
d166 | Ye spirits sent from God | | | | | | | |
d167 | Young men and maidens, rejoice and sing | | | | | | | |
d168 | Zion rejoice, let joyful songs | | | | | | | |