# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Ah I must leave our lady's altar | | | | | | | |
d2 | As night descends, while shadows fly | | | | | | | |
d3 | As the dewy shades of even | | | | | | | |
d4 | As the gentle spring uncloses | | | | | | | |
d5 | Ave Maria, bright and pure | | | | | | | |
d6 | Ave maris stella | | | | | | | |
d7 | Ave sanctissima, We lift our souls to thee | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blessed Lamb, on Calvary's mountain | | | | | | | |
d9 | Bright Mother of our Maker, hail | | | | | | | |
d10 | Can it be that my God comes down from heaven | | | | | | | |
d11 | Children of Mary high your voices raise | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come Holy Ghost, creator blest | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, Holy Ghost, send down those beams | | | | | | | |
d14 | Dear little one! how sweet thou art, Thine eyes how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
d15 | Fading, still fading, the last [vesper] beam is shining | | | | | | | |
d16 | Full in the panting heart of Rome | | | | | | | |
d17 | Hail, glorious apostle, selected by God | | | | | | | |
d18 | Hail, heavenly queen, Hail foamy ocean star | | | | | | | |
d19 | Hail Mary, queen and virgin pure | | | | | | | |
d20 | Hail, mother most pure | | | | | | | |
d21 | Hail, spouse of our lady, dear nurse | | | | | | | |
d22 | Hail to the mistress of the skies | | | | | | | |
d23 | Have mercy thou, most gracious God | | | | | | | |
d24 | He came from his high throne to Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
d25 | Holy God, we praise thy [your] name | | | | | | | |
d26 | Holy patron, thee saluting | | | | | | | |
d27 | I am my Love's [Lord's], and he is mine | | | | | | | |
d28 | In vain all earthly joys and charms | | | | | | | |
d29 | Jerusalem, my happy home, how do I sigh for thee | | | | | | | |
d30 | Jesu, as though thyself wert here | | | | | | | |
d31 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
d32 | Joy of my heart, O, let me pay | | | | | | | |
d33 | Lord thou wilt hear the prayer | | | | | | | |
d34 | Lucis creator optime. Lucem dicerum proferens | | | | | | | |
d35 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
d36 | My spirit longeth [longs] for Thee, Within my troubled breast | | | | | | | |
d37 | O Blessed Virgin, be thou kind | | | | | | | |
d38 | O blest forever [fore'er] the mother | | | | | | | |
d39 | O God, how ought my grateful heart | | | | | | | |
d40 | O great creator of the light | | | | | | | |
d41 | O Jesu, thou the beauty art | | | | | | | |
d42 | O let our fervor glow forever | | | | | | | |
d43 | O saving Victim, pledge of love | | | | | | | |
d44 | O the purest of creatures | | | | | | | |
d45 | O what could my Jesus do more | | | | | | | |
d46 | O when shall we with angels bright | | | | | | | |
d47 | On this day, O beautiful mother | | | | | | | |
d48 | One God alone thou shalt adore | | | | | | | |
d49 | Pange, lingua, gloriosi, corporis mysterium | | | | | | | |
d50 | Rose of the cross, thou mystic flower | | | | | | | |
d51 | See the Paraclete descending | | | | | | | |
d52 | She is our mother | | | | | | | |
d53 | Sing, my tongue, the Savior's glory, of his flesh | | | | | | | |
d54 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d55 | Spirit, Creator of mankind | | | | | | | |
d56 | Stabat mater dolorosa, juxta crucem lacrymosa | | | | | | | |
d57 | The bees are alive in the clover | | | | | | | |
d58 | The youth who wealth and court [courts] despised | | | | | | | |
d59 | This is the month of Mary | | | | | | | |
d60 | Though all the powers of hell surround | | | | | | | |
d61 | Through the ages that are past | | | | | | | |
d62 | To Christ, the Prince of Peace, The Son of God most high | | | | | | | |
d63 | Twine the lily and the rose | | | | | | | |
d64 | What happiness can equal mine | | | | | | | |
d65 | What mortal tongue can sing thy [your] praise | | | | | | | |