# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | See amid the winter's snow | | | | | | | |
d302 | See the Conqueror mount [mounts] in triumph | | | | | | | |
d303 | See the destined day arise | | | | | | | |
d304 | Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless | | | | | | | |
d305 | Silent night, sacred night, Bethlehem sleeps | | | | | | | |
d306 | Sing Alleluia [Hallelujah] forth in duteous [loyal] | | | | | | | |
d307 | Sing, my tongue, the Savior's battle | | | | | | | |
d308 | Sing, my tongue, the Savior's glory, tell his | | | | | | | |
d309 | Sing, sing, ye angel [angelic] bands | | | | | | | |
d310 | Sleep, holy Babe, upon thy [your] mother's | | | | | | | |
d311 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d312 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d313 | Souls of men, why will ye scatter | | | | | | | |
d314 | Sound the mighty Champion's praises | | | | | | | |
d315 | Spotless Anna, Juda's glory | | | | | | | |
d316 | Stabat mater dolorosa, juxta crucem lacrymosa | | | | | | | |
d317 | Starry hosts are gleaming | | | | | | | |
d318 | Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright | | | | | | | |
d319 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
d320 | Sweet sacrament divine, hid in thine earthly home | | | | | | | |
d321 | Sweet Savior, bless us ere [as] we go | | | | | | | |
d322 | Tantum ergo sacramentum | | | | | | | |
d323 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d324 | Te gestientem gaudiis | | | | | | | |
d325 | Te Joseph celebrent agmina coelitum | | | | | | | |
d326 | Te s'culorum principem | | | | | | | |
d327 | Te splendor et virtus Patris | | | | | | | |
d328 | Tell them the wonderful story | | | | | | | |
d329 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
d330 | That all be one, O dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
d331 | The angel sped on wings of light | | | | | | | |
d332 | The church has seven sacraments | | | | | | | |
d333 | The clouds hang thick o'er Isr'l's camp | | | | | | | |
d334 | The day is past and over | | | | | | | |
d335 | The eternal gates lift up their heads | | | | | | | |
d336 | The first Noel, the angel did say | | | | | | | |
d337 | The heavenly messenger reveals | | | | | | | |
d338 | The merits of the saints | | | | | | | |
d339 | The radiant morn hath passed away | | | | | | | |
d340 | The royal banners forward go | | | | | | | |
d341 | The saints of God their conflict pass | | | | | | | |
d342 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
d343 | The snow lay on the ground | | | | | | | |
d344 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d345 | The strain upraise of joy and praise Alleluia | | | | | | | |
d346 | The strife is o'er the battle done | | | | | | | |
d347 | The sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
d348 | The voice that breathed o'er Eden | | | | | | | |
d349 | The woods and fields are flowering in this dear time of May | | | | | | | |
d350 | The world is very evil | | | | | | | |
d351 | The world itself keeps Easter day | | | | | | | |
d352 | Thee, Prince of all the centuries | | | | | | | |
d353 | There comes a galley laden | | | | | | | |
d354 | There is no heart like thine, sweet Lord | | | | | | | |
d355 | Therefore we, before him bending | | | | | | | |
d356 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
d357 | Those eternal bowers man hath never trod | | | | | | | |
d358 | Thou art coming, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d359 | Thou art the Christ, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d360 | Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown | | | | | | | |
d361 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
d362 | Thou loving Maker of mankind | | | | | | | |
d363 | Thou, who at thy first Eucharist didst pray | | | | | | | |
d364 | Three in One and One in three | | | | | | | |
d365 | Through the night of doubt [pain] and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d366 | Thy children humbly bending | | | | | | | |
d367 | Thy kingdom come, O God [Lord], thy rule [reign] | | | | | | | |
d368 | 'Tis the day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad | | | | | | | |
d369 | To Jesus' heart all burning with fervent love for men | | | | | | | |
d370 | To know that heaven's grace | | | | | | | |
d371 | Tristes erant apostoli | | | | | | | |
d372 | 'Twas about the dead of night | | | | | | | |
d373 | Upon Alverna's mountain height | | | | | | | |
d374 | Ut queant laxis resonare fibris | | | | | | | |
d375 | Veni creator spiritus | | | | | | | |
d376 | Veni sancte spiritus et emitte | | | | | | | |
d377 | Vexilla regis prodeunt | | | | | | | |
d378 | Virgin mother of thee we sing | | | | | | | |
d379 | Virtue's glory, the minors' guide | | | | | | | |
d380 | Wake, awake, for night is flying | | | | | | | |
d381 | Waving green palms, the throng | | | | | | | |
d382 | We come in the might of the Lord of light | | | | | | | |
d383 | We sing the glorious conquest | | | | | | | |
d384 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d385 | Welcome, happy morning, age to age shall say | | | | | | | |
d386 | What child is this, who, laid to rest | | | | | | | |
d387 | What lovely infant can this be | | | | | | | |
d388 | Whate'er on earth below thy word | | | | | | | |
d389 | When Christ, by his own servants slain | | | | | | | |
d390 | When Christ was born of Mary free | | | | | | | |
d391 | When Christ was born to set us free | | | | | | | |
d392 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d393 | Where the angel hosts adore thee | | | | | | | |
d394 | Wheresoe'er, O God of nations | | | | | | | |
d395 | Who are these like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
d396 | Who is she that stands triumphant | | | | | | | |
d397 | Ye sons and daughters of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d398 | Young and old must raise the lay | | | | | | | |