Kind Words Are The Music Of The

The Blessed Sacrament Is The Magnet Of Souls. There Is A Mutual Attraction Between Jesus And The Souls Of Men. Mary Drew Him Down From Heaven. Our Nature Attracted Him Rather Than The Nature Of Angels. Our Misery Caused Him To Stoop To Our Lowness. Even Our Sins Had A Sort Of Attraction For The Abundance Of His Mercy And The Predilection Of His Grace. Our Repentance Wins Him To Us. Our Love Makes Earth A Paradise To Him; And Our Souls Lure Him As Gold Lures The Miser, With Irresistible Fascination

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!

They Always Win Who Side With God.

Kind Words Are The Music Of The World.

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.