O Majesty Unspeakable And Dread!wert Thou Less

Is The Scrupulous Attention I Am Paying To The Government Of My Tongue At All Proportioned To That Tremendous Truth Revealed Through St. James, That If I Do Not Bridle My Tongue, All My Religion Is Vain?

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

There's A Wideness In God's Mercy Like The Wideness Of The Sea Oratory Hymns.

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.