# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | My Jesus from His throne above | | | | | | | |
d102 | My own dear mother Mary | | | | | | | |
d103 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d104 | Night folds her starry curtains round | | | | | | | |
d105 | Now are the days of humblest prayer | | | | | | | |
d106 | Now that the daylight dies away | | | | | | | |
d107 | O blest forever [fore'er] the mother | | | | | | | |
d108 | O come and mourn with me awhile | | | | | | | |
d109 | O come, loud anthems let us sing, loud thanks | | | | | | | |
d110 | O dearest Lord, 'tis evening now | | | | | | | |
d111 | O dearest Lord, we humbly crave | | | | | | | |
d112 | O dearest mother of mercy | | | | | | | |
d113 | O flower of grace, divinest flower | | | | | | | |
d114 | O gracious Lord, Creator dear | | | | | | | |
d115 | O heart of Mary, pure and fair | | | | | | | |
d116 | O Jesus Christ, remember when thou shalt come again | | | | | | | |
d117 | O Jesus dear, thy sacred heart | | | | | | | |
d118 | O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
d119 | O lady high in glory raised | | | | | | | |
d120 | O Lord, I am not worthy | | | | | | | |
d121 | O Mary, dear mother, how fondly I flee | | | | | | | |
d122 | O Mater admirabilis, fair lily of the field | | | | | | | |
d123 | O mother, I could weep for mirth | | | | | | | |
d124 | O purest of creatures, sweet mother, sweet maid | | | | | | | |
d125 | O sacred heart, celestial feast | | | | | | | |
d126 | O sacred heart, O love divine, Do keep us near to thee | | | | | | | |
d127 | O sacred heart, O sacred heart | | | | | | | |
d128 | O sacred heart that on the cross | | | | | | | |
d129 | O the priceless love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d130 | O thou eternal King most high | | | | | | | |
d131 | O when shall we with angels bright | | | | | | | |
d132 | On this day, O beautiful mother | | | | | | | |
d133 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
d134 | Peace, be still, our God is dwelling | | | | | | | |
d135 | Pity, my God, 'tis for our [own] beloved land | | | | | | | |
d136 | Praise ye the Lord on every height | | | | | | | |
d137 | Prune thou thy words the thoughts control | | | | | | | |
d138 | Remember, O remember, dearest mother | | | | | | | |
d139 | Rose of the cross, thou mystic flower | | | | | | | |
d140 | Sacred heart in accents burning | | | | | | | |
d141 | Saving host we fall before thee | | | | | | | |
d142 | See amid the winter's snow | | | | | | | |
d143 | See, he comes, whom every nation | | | | | | | |
d144 | Sing, my joyful tongue, the mystery | | | | | | | |
d145 | Stars of glory, shine more brightly | | | | | | | |
d146 | Strike, strike the harp in praise of God | | | | | | | |
d147 | Sweet lady of the sacred heart | | | | | | | |
d148 | Sweet Savior, bless us ere [as] we go | | | | | | | |
d149 | The clouds hang thick o'er Isr'l's camp | | | | | | | |
d150 | The day is o'er, the moon serenely beaming | | | | | | | |
d151 | The star of the ocean is risen | | | | | | | |
d152 | The sun is shining brightly, the trees are decked with green | | | | | | | |
d153 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d154 | This is the image of the [our] queen | | | | | | | |
d155 | Thou loving Maker of mankind | | | | | | | |
d156 | Thou who, hero like, hast striven | | | | | | | |
d157 | Through the world thy children raise | | | | | | | |
d158 | Thy sacred race, O Lord, is run | | | | | | | |
d159 | 'Tis the month of our Mother, the sweet month of May | | | | | | | |
d160 | To Jesus' heart all burning with fervent love for men | | | | | | | |
d161 | To kneel at thine altar, Saint Anne, we draw near | | | | | | | |
d162 | To love thee, O Mary | | | | | | | |
d163 | To thy pure and burning heart | | | | | | | |
d164 | Today he's risen, death no more | | | | | | | |
d165 | Upon the altar, night and day | | | | | | | |
d166 | We come, dearest Mother, this beautiful May day | | | | | | | |
d167 | We come to thee, O happy saint | | | | | | | |
d168 | Weeping sore, the Mother stood | | | | | | | |
d169 | What a sea of tears and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d170 | What beauteous sun surpassing Star | | | | | | | |
d171 | What happiness can equal mine | | | | | | | |
d172 | What light is streaming from the skies | | | | | | | |
d173 | When our Savior wished to prove | | | | | | | |
d174 | Whene'er across this sinful flesh | | | | | | | |
d175 | With hearts truly grateful, come | | | | | | | |
d176 | Yes, heaven is the prize | | | | | | | |
d177 | Zion, lift thy voice, and sing | | | | | | | |