O Majesty Unspeakable And Dread!wert Thou Less

Love's Secret Is Always To Be Doing Things For God, And Not To Mind Because They Are Such Very Little Ones.

Deep Theology Is The Best Fuel Of Devotion; It Readily Catches Fire, And Once Kindled It Burns Long.

We Must Remember That If All The Manifestly Good Men Were On One Side And All The Manifestly Bad Men On The Other, There Would Be No Danger Of Anyone, Least Of All The Elect, Being Deceived By Lying Wonders. It Is The Good Men, Good Once, We Must Hope Good Still, Who Are To Do The Work Of Anti-christ And So Sadly To Crucify The Lord Afresh.... Bear In Mind This Feature Of The Last Days, That This Deceitfulness Arises From Good Men Being On The Wrong Side.

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.

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!