# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Accept, Almighty Father | | | | | | | |
d2 | All in stoles of snowy brightness | | | | | | | |
d3 | Angel mine and kind protector | | | | | | | |
d4 | As pants the hart for cooling flood [springs] [streams] | | | | | | | |
d5 | As the dewy shades of even | | | | | | | |
d6 | Ave sanctissima, We lift our souls to thee | | | | | | | |
d7 | Blest be the holy Trinity | | | | | | | |
d8 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d9 | By the blood that flowed from thee | | | | | | | |
d10 | By the word to Mary given | | | | | | | |
d11 | Children let us joyful raise | | | | | | | |
d12 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, all [devout] harmonious tongues | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, darkness, spread o'er heaven thy pall | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dash the blighting cup | | | | | | | |
d16 | Dear guardian [husband] of Mary, dear nurse [fond guide] of her child | | | | | | | |
d17 | Ere the morning's busy ray | | | | | | | |
d18 | Firm Rock whereon the church | | | | | | | |
d19 | Graces from my Jesus flowing | | | | | | | |
d20 | Hail Mary, full of grace, O bend | | | | | | | |
d21 | Hail, queen of heaven, the ocean star | | | | | | | |
d22 | Hail, virgin of virgins, thy praises we sing | | | | | | | |
d23 | Heavenly Father, see | | | | | | | |
d24 | Heavenly Father to whose eye | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hibernia's champion saint, all hail | | | | | | | |
d26 | Holy God, we praise thy [your] name | | | | | | | |
d27 | How sweet the face of nature | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hymns of praise to thee we sing | | | | | | | |
d29 | I have a little image | | | | | | | |
d30 | I met the good Shepherd just [but] now on the plain | | | | | | | |
d31 | I would not from the wise | | | | | | | |
d32 | I'll sing a hymn to Mary, the Mother of my God | | | | | | | |
d33 | In holy contemplation we sweetly now pursue | | | | | | | |
d34 | In one true God I do believe | | | | | | | |
d35 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
d36 | Let glory in the highest | | | | | | | |
d37 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
d38 | Little rills make wider | | | | | | | |
d39 | Moon and stars their flight | | | | | | | |
d40 | My God, my Father [My God and Father], while [whilst] [though] I stray [pray] | | | | | | | |
d41 | O King of Heaven, from starry throne descend | | | | | | | |
d42 | O Lord, I am not worthy | | | | | | | |
d43 | O lovely tree, whose branches wore | | | | | | | |
d44 | O Mary, mother Mary, in thee | | | | | | | |
d45 | O most holy Virgin lowly | | | | | | | |
d46 | O sprinkle me with hyssop, Lord | | | | | | | |
d47 | O thou, the martyrs' glorious King | | | | | | | |
d48 | O Zion, open wide thy gates | | | | | | | |
d49 | On bended knee a guilty race | | | | | | | |
d50 | On this day we ask to share | | | | | | | |
d51 | Our church with Christmas greens is strewn | | | | | | | |
d52 | Rock of ages, rent for me, Let me hide myself | | | | | | | |
d53 | Saving host we fall before thee | | | | | | | |
d54 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d55 | See, the storm is raging, clouds above us lower | | | | | | | |
d56 | Shine on our souls, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d57 | Sing, sing, ye angel [angelic] bands | | | | | | | |
d58 | Smile praises, O sky, soft breathe them, O air | | | | | | | |
d59 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d60 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d61 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d62 | That we've been born in Christian land | | | | | | | |
d63 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
d64 | The Lord's eternal gifts | | | | | | | |
d65 | The sacrifice is ended atonement has been made | | | | | | | |
d66 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d67 | The starry firmament doth shine | | | | | | | |
d68 | This day the blessed Trinity | | | | | | | |
d69 | Thou, God, who givest life | | | | | | | |
d70 | Though no father's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d71 | To all who live in sin | | | | | | | |
d72 | To thee, O virgin mother | | | | | | | |
d73 | Two thousand years, two thousand years | | | | | | | |
d74 | We're marching along | | | | | | | |
d75 | What happiness can equal mine | | | | | | | |
d76 | What mortal tongue can sing thy [your] praise | | | | | | | |
d77 | What sweet delight thy face | | | | | | | |
d78 | Where is fair freedom's perfect | | | | | | | |
d79 | Whither thus, in holy rapture | | | | | | | |
d80 | With hearts truly grateful, come | | | | | | | |
d81 | With holy choirs of angels, come let us join our lays | | | | | | | |