Kind Words Are The Music Of The

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

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!

We Must Have Passed Through Life Unobservantly, If We Have Never Perceived That A Man Is Very Much Himself What He Thinks Of Others.

The World Is Growing Old;who Would Not Be At Rest And Freewhere Love Is Never Cold?

Now This Spirit Is Admirably Mortified By The Exercise Of Patience. It Involves Also A Continual Practice Of The Presence Of God; For We May Be Come Upon At Any Moment For An Almost Heroic Display Of Good Temper. It Is A Short Road To Unselfishness; For Nothing Is Left To Self. All That Seems To Belong Most Intimately To Self, To Be Self's Private Property, Such As Time, Home, And Rest, Are Invaded By These Continual Trials Of Patience.