For Right Is Right, Since God Is

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!

Happiness Is A Great Power Of Holiness. Thus, Kind Words, By Their Power Of Producing Happiness, Have Also A Power Of Producing Holiness, And So Of Winning Men To God.

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.

The Great Fact Is, That Life Is A Service. The Only Question Is, "whom Will We Serve?

Nobody Is Kind To Only One Person At Once, But To Many Persons In One.