O Love Divine! lay on me burdens if Thou wilt 237 Onward speed thy conquering flight O Sacred Head, now wounded O Thou Great Friend to all the sons of men O Thou in whose eternal name O Thou that once on Horeb stood 179 Out and in the river is winding 261 She stood up in the meekness of a heart. 115 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing 15 Still as our day our strength shall be 25 Still, still with Thee-when purple morning breaketh That mystic word of Thine, O Sovereign Lord The bells-the bells-the Christmas bells The Christian Banner! Dread no loss The enthusiast brooding in his cell apart The mourners came at break of day The perfect world by Adam trod There is an hour of peaceful rest . There is a Reaper whose name is Death 264 220 Thou, who lookest with pitying eye Thousands completely fed Thy cruel Crown of Thorns. To prayer, to prayer ;-the morning breaks To Thine eternal arms, O God To think for aye; to breathe immortal breath Watcher, who watch'st by the bed of pain 280 236 90 93 113 We ask not that our path be always bright What can I do the cause of God to aid When adverse winds and waves arise Who deems that Holy Church has lost Wild superstition named the flower Wilt Thou not visit me Within her downy cradle, there lay a little child. Yes! bear them to their rest Young soldier of the cross beware |