# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Angels come, on joyous pinion | | | | | | | |
d2 | As the dewy shades of even | | | | | | | |
d3 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
d4 | Blest spirits of light | | | | | | | |
d5 | Bright Mother of our Maker, hail | | | | | | | |
d6 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d7 | Can it be that my God comes down from heaven | | | | | | | |
d8 | Children of Jerusalem sang the praise | | | | | | | |
d9 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come, all [devout] harmonious tongues | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, Holy Ghost, send down thy | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dear angel ever at my side, How loving must thou be | | | | | | | |
d16 | Earth, with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
d17 | Fading, still fading, the last [vesper] beam is shining | | | | | | | |
d18 | First floweret [flower] of the desert wild | | | | | | | |
d19 | Gentle star of ocean | | | | | | | |
d20 | Graces from my Jesus flowing | | | | | | | |
d21 | Grateful notes and numbers bring | | | | | | | |
d22 | Hail, heavenly queen, Hail foamy ocean's star | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hail Mary, full of grace, O bend | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hail, O Queen of heaven enthroned | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hail, virgin, dearest Mary | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hark, the vesper bell is pealing o'er the flowery scented heath | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hibernia's champion saint, all hail | | | | | | | |
d28 | Holy Mary, Mother mild | | | | | | | |
d29 | Holy patron, thee saluting | | | | | | | |
d30 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
d31 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d32 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
d33 | Let the deep organ swell the lay | | | | | | | |
d34 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
d35 | My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in | | | | | | | |
d36 | O all ye people God hath made, sing glory | | | | | | | |
d37 | O blest forever [fore'er] the mother | | | | | | | |
d38 | O come, loud anthems let us sing, loud thanks | | | | | | | |
d39 | O God, how ought my grateful heart | | | | | | | |
d40 | O great creator of the light | | | | | | | |
d41 | O had I wings like a dove | | | | | | | |
d42 | O holy martyr spotless dove | | | | | | | |
d43 | O holy mother of our God | | | | | | | |
d44 | O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
d45 | O, Mary, mother Mary, we place our trust | | | | | | | |
d46 | O purest of creatures, sweet mother, sweet maid | | | | | | | |
d47 | O sanctissima, O piissima, Dulcis virgo Maria | | | | | | | |
d48 | O ye angelic bands, attend | | | | | | | |
d49 | On this day, O beautiful mother | | | | | | | |
d50 | Preserve my Jesus, O preserve | | | | | | | |
d51 | Queen of empyreal heaven hail | | | | | | | |
d52 | Saving host we fall before thee | | | | | | | |
d53 | See the Paraclete descending | | | | | | | |
d54 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d55 | Spirit, Creator of mankind | | | | | | | |
d56 | Strike the cymbal, roll the tymbal [timbrel] | | | | | | | |
d57 | Sweet is the face of nature | | | | | | | |
d58 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d59 | The fiery sun now rolls away | | | | | | | |
d60 | The Lord himself, the mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d61 | The sovereign God whose hands sustain | | | | | | | |
d62 | The wearied dove now trembling flies | | | | | | | |
d63 | The wonders which God's laws contain | | | | | | | |
d64 | The youth who wealth and court [courts] despised | | | | | | | |
d65 | Thee, sovereign God, our grateful accents praise | | | | | | | |
d66 | Two thousand years ago | | | | | | | |
d67 | Under the world's redeeming wood | | | | | | | |
d68 | What happiness can equal mine | | | | | | | |
d69 | Whilst I dwell, O my God, in this valley | | | | | | | |
d70 | With hearts truly grateful, come | | | | | | | |
d71 | Ye mountains, bend ye low | | | | | | | |
d72 | Young men and maidens, rejoice and sing | | | | | | | |