To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise To Thee our God we fly To- day, O Lord, a holier work.

We are but little children( weak We give Thee but Thine own. We know Thee Who Thou art.

We love the place, O God

We plough the fields, and scatter

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We pray Thee, heavenly Father

We saw Thee not when Thou didst come We sing the glorious conquest

We sing the praise of Him Who died Weary of earth, and laden with my sin * What our Father does is well.

What star is this, with beams so bright * What thanks and praise to Thee we owe. What time the evening shadows fall What various hindrances we meet When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend

When God of old came down from heaven When I survey the wondrous Cross. When morning gilds the skies

When our heads are bowed with woe. When shades of night around us close When wounded sore, the stricken heart

Where high the heavenly temple stands

While shepherds watched their flocks by night

Who are these like stars appearing

With hearts renewed and cleansed from guilt of sin.

Within the Church's sacred fold

Word Supreme, before creation

* Ye choirs of new Jerusalem

Ye servants of our glorious King.

Ye servants of the Lord. Yesterday, with exultation

Of the Four Last Things Of the Incarnate Word

Of Penitence( No. 1)

Of Penitence( No. 2)

Of the Passion

For the Rogation Days

Of Jesus Glorified

Of the Holy Ghost

Of the Church

* Of the Blessed Sacrament

For Children

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