# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Accept, Almighty Father, these [the] [this] gifts [gift] of bread and | | | | | | | |
d2 | Adeste fideles, l'ti triumphantes | | | | | | | |
d3 | Angelic saint, long round the shrine | | | | | | | |
d4 | As the dewy shades of even | | | | | | | |
d5 | Awake, O smiling May | | | | | | | |
d6 | Be our guardian, be our stay | | | | | | | |
d7 | Bright Mother of our Maker, hail | | | | | | | |
d8 | Bright queen of heaven, Virgin most fair | | | | | | | |
d9 | Bright sunbeams deck the joyful sky | | | | | | | |
d10 | Can it be that my God comes down from heaven | | | | | | | |
d11 | Children of Mary high your voices raise | | | | | | | |
d12 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d13 | Christ is risen from the dead, Risen as he truly said | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come children, joyously | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d18 | Dear angel ever at my side, How loving must thou be | | | | | | | |
d19 | Fading, still fading, the last [vesper] beam is shining | | | | | | | |
d20 | Full in the panting heart of Rome | | | | | | | |
d21 | Gentle star of ocean | | | | | | | |
d22 | God save Columbia | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hail, O star of ocean | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hail, patron of Erin, bright star of the west | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hail to the mistress of the skies | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hail, virgin, dearest Mary | | | | | | | |
d27 | Heart of the holy child | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hibernia's champion saint, all hail | | | | | | | |
d29 | Holy God, we praise thy [your] name | | | | | | | |
d30 | Holy queen, we bend before thee | | | | | | | |
d31 | I am a faithful Catholic | | | | | | | |
d32 | In this sacrament, sweet Jesus | | | | | | | |
d33 | Infant Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
d34 | Jerusalem, my happy home, how do I sigh for thee | | | | | | | |
d35 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d36 | Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all, How can I love thee | | | | | | | |
d37 | Jesus, teach me how to pray | | | | | | | |
d38 | Jesus, the Lord of glory, springs from the tomb | | | | | | | |
d39 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
d40 | Joseph thinks to part with Mary | | | | | | | |
d41 | Maiden mother, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
d42 | Mother dear, O pray for me | | | | | | | |
d43 | Mother of help and of beautiful love | | | | | | | |
d44 | Mother of the Son, the Savior | | | | | | | |
d45 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
d46 | My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in | | | | | | | |
d47 | O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
d48 | O Lamb of God, who dost efface | | | | | | | |
d49 | O Lord, I am not worthy | | | | | | | |
d50 | O purest of creatures, sweet mother, sweet maid | | | | | | | |
d51 | O sprinkle me with hyssop, Lord | | | | | | | |
d52 | O ye angelic bands, attend | | | | | | | |
d53 | On bended knee a guilty race | | | | | | | |
d54 | On this day, O beautiful mother | | | | | | | |
d55 | Praise to the Lord, who all things made | | | | | | | |
d56 | Pray for the dead, at noon and eve | | | | | | | |
d57 | Saving host we fall before thee | | | | | | | |
d58 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d59 | See amid the winter's snow | | | | | | | |
d60 | See, heavenly Father, see the offering | | | | | | | |
d61 | See the Paraclete descending | | | | | | | |
d62 | See, the storm is raging, clouds above us lower | | | | | | | |
d63 | Since first my eyes beheld the light | | | | | | | |
d64 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d65 | Spirit, Creator of mankind | | | | | | | |
d66 | Strike the harp in praise of God | | | | | | | |
d67 | Tantum ergo sacramentum | | | | | | | |
d68 | The sacrifice is ended atonement has been made | | | | | | | |
d69 | The snow lay on the ground | | | | | | | |
d70 | The youth who wealth and court [courts] despised | | | | | | | |
d71 | 'Tis the month of our Mother, the sweet month of May | | | | | | | |
d72 | To worship thy Redeemer's birth | | | | | | | |
d73 | Today he's risen, death no more | | | | | | | |
d74 | What happiness can equal mine | | | | | | | |
d75 | When morning is breaking | | | | | | | |
d76 | With holy choirs of angels, come let us join our lays | | | | | | | |
d77 | Zion rejoice, let joyful songs | | | | | | | |