The Music Of The Gospel Leads Us

Now Are The Days, Of Humblest Prayer, When Consciences To God Lie Bare, And Mercy Most Delights To Spare. Oh Hearken When We Cry. Now Is The Season, Wisely Long, Of Sadder Thought And Graver Song, When Ailing Souls Grow Well And Strong. Oh Hearken When We Cry. The Feast Of Penance! Oh So Bright, With True Conversion's Heavenly Light, Like Sunrise After Stormy Night! Oh Hearken When We Cry. Oh Happy Time Of Blessed Tears, Of Surer Hopes, Of Chast'ning Fears, Undoing All Our Evil Years. Oh Hearken When We Cry. Chastise Us With Thy Fear; Yet, Father! In The Multitude Of Thy Compassions, Hear!

There Is A Great Deal Of Self-will In The World, But Very Little Genuine Independence Of Character.

For Right Is Right, Since God Is God.

If Our Love Were But More Simple, We Should Take Him At His Word; And Our Lives Would Be All Sunshine In The Sweetness Of The Lord.

Kind Thoughts Are Rarer Than Either Kind Words Or Deeds. They Imply A Great Deal Of Thinking About Others. This In Itself Is Rare. But They Also Imply A Great Deal Of Thinking About Others Without The Thoughts Being Criticisms. This Is Rarer Still.