Holy G.o.d, We Praise Thy Name (REV. C. WALWORTH)

1. Holy G.o.d, we praise Thy name, Lord of all, we bow before Thee!

All on earth Thy sceptre claim, All in heav'n above adore Thee.

Infinite Thy vast domain, Everlasting is Thy name.

2. Hark! the loud celestial hymn, Angel choirs above are raising!

Cherubim and Seraphim, In unceasing chorus praising.

Fill the heavens with sweet accord; Holy! Holy! Holy Lord.

Hail, Heavenly Queen!

1. Hail, heavenly Queen! Hail, foamy ocean star!

O be our guide, diffuse thy beams afar; Hail, Mother of G.o.d! above all virgins blest, Hail, happy gate of heav'n's eternal rest.

CHORUS.--Hail foamy ocean star! Hail, heav'nly Queen!

O be our guide to endless joys unseen.

2. "Hail, full of grace," with Gabriel we repeat; Thee, Queen of heav'n, from him we learn to greet; Then give us peace which heav'n alone can give, And dead thro' Eve, thro' Mary let us live.

Mother Dear, Oh, Pray for Me

1. Mother dear, oh, pray for me, Whilst far from heav'n and thee I wander in a fragile bark, O'er life's tempestuous sea; O Virgin Mother, from thy throne, So bright in bliss above, Protect thy child and cheer my path, With thy sweet smile of love.

CHORUS.--Mother dear, remember me, And never cease thy care, Till in heaven eternally Thy love and bliss I share.

2. Mother dear, oh, pray for me, Should pleasure's siren lay E'er tempt thy child to wander far From virtue's path away; When thorns beset life's devious way, And darkling waters flow, Then, Mary, aid thy weeping child, Thyself a mother show.

Ora Pro Me

1. Ave Maria! bright and pure, Hear, O hear me when I pray, Pains and pleasures try the pilgrim On his long and dreary way.

Fears and perils are around me, Ave Maria! bright and pure, Ore pro me, ora pro me.

2. Ave Maria! Queen of Heaven, Teach, O teach me to obey, Lead me on, tho' fierce temptations Stand and meet me in the way.

When I fail and faint, my Mother, Ave Maria! bright and pure, Ora pro me, ora pro me.

I'll Sing a Hymn to Mary (REV. FR. WYSE)

I'll sing a hymn to Mary, The Mother of my G.o.d, The Virgin of all Virgins, Of David's royal blood.

Oh, teach me, holy Mary A loving song to frame, When wicked men blaspheme thee To love and bless thy name.

When troubles dark afflict me In sorrow and in care, Thy light doth ever guide me O beauteous Morning Star.

Lo, I'll be ever ready Thy goodly help to claim, When wicked men blaspheme thee I'll love and bless thy name.

Daily, Daily Sing to Mary

1. Daily, daily sing to Mary Sing, my soul, her praises due; All her feasts, her actions worship, With the heart's devotion true.

Lost in wond'ring contemplation, Be her majesty confess'd; Call her Mother, call her Virgin, Happy Mother, Virgin blest.

2. She is mighty to deliver; Call her, trust her lovingly; When the tempest rages round thee, She will calm the troubled sea.

Gifts of heaven she has given, n.o.ble Lady, to our race; She the Queen who decks her subject, With the light of G.o.d's own grace.

Hymn to St. Joseph

1. With grateful hearts we breathe to-day The tender accents of our love.

We carol forth a little lay To thee, great saint in heaven above.

CHORUS.--O Joseph dear, from thy bright throne, Incline thine ear unto our prayer.

And o'er us all as o'er thine own, Extend thy fond paternal care, And o'er us all as o'er thine own, Extend thy fond paternal care, Extend thy fond paternal care.

2. More favored than earth's greatest king.

Thou wert the guardian of that Child, Around whose crib full choirs did sing, With cadenced voices soft and mild.

Dear Guardian of Mary (REV. F. W. FABER)

1. Dear Guardian of Mary! dear nurse of her child!

Life's ways are full weary, the desert is wild; Bleak sands are all round us, no home can we see; Sweet Spouse of our Lady! we lean upon thee.

2. For thou to the pilgrim art father and guide, And Jesus and Mary felt safe at thy side; Ah! blessed Saint Joseph, how safe should I be, Sweet Spouse of our Lady! if thou wert with me.

Dear Angel, Ever at My Side (REV. F. W. FABER)

1. Dear Angel, ever at my side, How loving must thou be, To leave thy home in heaven to guide A little child like me.

2. Thy beautiful and shining face I see not, though so near; The sweetness of thy soft, low voice I am too deaf to hear.

Hymn at the Communion

O Lord, I am not worthy That Thou shouldst come to me, But speak the words of comfort, My spirit healed shall be.

And humbly I'll receive Thee, The bridegroom of my soul, No more by sin to grieve Thee, Or fly Thy sweet control.