Go Down Again - I Dwell Among

The Ears Of The Common People Are Holier Than The Hearts Of The Priests.

O Most Sacred, Most Loving Heart Of Jesus, Thou Art Concealed In The Holy Eucharist, And Thou Beatest For Us Still.... Thou Art The Heart Of The Most High Made Man.... Thy Sacred Heart Is The Instrument And Organ Of Thy Love. It Did Beat For Us. It Yearned For Us. It Ached For Our Salvation. It Was On Fire Through Zeal, That The Glory Of God Might Be Manifested In And By Us.... In Worshipping Thee I Worship My Incarnate God, My Emmanuel

To Discover And To Teach Are Distinct Functions; They Are Also Distinct Gifts, And Are Not Commonly Found United In The Same Person.

The Attributes Of God, Though Intelligible To Us On Their Surface Yet, For The Very Reason That They Are Infinite, Transcend Our Comprehension, When They Are Dwelt Upon, When They Are Followed Out, And Can Only Be Received By Faith.

I Will Trust Him. Whatever, Wherever I Am, I Can Never Be Thrown Away. If I Am In Sickness, My Sickness May Serve Him; In Perplexity, My Perplexity May Serve Him; If I Am In Sorrow, My Sorrow May Serve Him. My Sickness, Or Perplexity, Or Sorrow May Be Necessary Causes Of Some Great End, Which Is Quite Beyond Us. He Does Nothing In Vain.