God Always Fills In All Hearts All

Many There Are Who, While They Bear The Name Of Christians, Are Totally Unacquainted With The Power Of Their Divine Religion. But For Their Crimes The Gospel Is In No Wise Answerable. Christianity Is With Them A Geographical, Not A Descriptive, Appellation.

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

O Majesty Unspeakable And Dread!wert Thou Less Mighty Than Thou Art,thou Wert, O Lord, Too Great For Our Belief,too Little For Our Heart.

Poor Human Nature Cannot Do Everything; And Kindness Is Too Often Left Uncultivated, Because Men Do Not Sufficiently Understand Its Value. Men May Be Charitable, Yet Not Kind; Merciful, Yet Not Kind; Self-denying, Yet Not Kind. If They Would Add A Little Common Kindness To Their Uncommon Graces, They Would Convert Ten Where They Now Only Abate The Prejudice Of One.

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!