There Is A Great Deal Of Self-will

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

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!

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.

Ye Heavens, How Sang They In Your Courts, How Sang The Angelic Choir That Day, When From His Tomb The Imprisoned God, Like The Strong Sunrise, Broke Away?

God Always Fills In All Hearts All The Room Which Is Left Him There.