Praise To The Holiest
Firmly I Believe
Jesus My Lord My God My All
O Sacred Heart
Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep
Praise to the Holiest in the height
And in the depth be praise
In all his words most wonderful
Most sure i all his ways.

O loving wisdom of our God
When all was sin and shame
A second Adam to the fight
And to the rescue came
Firmly I believe and truly
God is Three and God is One
And I next acknowdedge duly
Manhood taken by the Son

And I trust and hop[e most fully
In that manhood crucified
And each though and deed unruly
Do to death as he has died

Simply to his grace and wholly
Light and life and stength belong
And I love supremely solely
Him the holy him the strong
O Sacred Heart
Our home lies deep in thee
On earth thou art an exile's rest
In heaven the glory of the blest
O Sacred Heart

O Sacred Heart
Tho fount of contrite tears
Where'er those living waters flow
New life to sinners they bestow
O Sacred Heart

O Sacred Heart
Bless our dear native land
May England's sons in truth er'er stand
With faith's bright banner still in hand
O Sacred Heart
Jesus My Lord My God My all 
How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how revere this wondrous gift 
So far surpassing hope or thought

Sweet Sacrament We Thee adore
Oh make us love Thee more and more 
Oh make us love Thee more and more.

Had I but Marys Sinless Heart To love Thee
With my dearest King.
Oh with what burst of fervent praise,
Thy goodness Jesus would I sing.
Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep
Keep me Lord in safety keep
Nothing can Thy power withstand
None can pluck me from Thy Hand
Loving Shepherd Thou didst give
Thine own life hat I might live
May I love Thee day by day
Gladly Thy sweet Will obey

Loving Shepherd ever near
Teach me still Ty Voice to hear
Suffer not my step to stray
From the strait and narrow way
Where Thou leade may I go
Wlking in Thy steps below
There before Thy Father's throne
Jesus claim me for Thine own
August 20, 2000
For Christ The King
An army of youth flying
The standards of Truth
Were fighting for Christ the Lord
Heads lifted hig Catholic Action our cry
And the Cross our only sword
On earth's battlefield
Never avantage we'll yield
As dauntlessly on we swing
Comrades trued dare and do
'Neth the Queen's white and blue
For our flag for our Faith For Christ the King

Christ lifts His hands The King commands
His challenge Come and followme
From ev'ry side with eager stride
We form in the lines of victory
Let foemen lurk and laggards shirk
We throw our fortunes with the Lord
Mary's Son till the world is won
We pledge you our loyal word