Put pain from out the world, [162].
Quiet from God! How beautiful, [230].
Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, [91].
Rabbi Jehosha had the skill, [220].
Rabia, sick upon her bed, [218].
Riches I hold in light esteem, [23].
Ring out the grief that saps the mind, [140].
Round holy Rabia's suffering, [218].
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, [41].
Saint Dominic, the glory of the schools, [203].