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!

There Are No Disappointments To Those Whose Wills Are Buried In The Will Of God.

Devotion To The Blessed Sacrament Is The Queen Of All Devotions. It Is The Central Devotion Of The Church. All Others Gather Round It, And Group Themselves There As Satellites; For Others Celebrate His Mysteries; This Is Himself. It Is The Universal Devotion. No One Can Be Without It, In Order To Be A Christian. How Can A Man Be A Christian Who Does Not Worship The Living Presence Of Christ?

Kind Words Are The Music Of The World. They Have A Power Which Seems To Be Beyond Natural Causes, As If They Were Some Angel's Song Which Had Lost Its Way And Come To Earth.

Holiness Is An Unselfing Of Ourselves.