There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.
There are souls in this world who have the gift of finding joy everywhere, and leaving it behind them when they go.
Hark! Hark! my soul, angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more.
Labor is sweet, for Thou hast toiled, And care is light, for Thou hast cared; Let not our works with self be soiled, Nor in unsimple ways ensnared. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus! be our light.
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?
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.
The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold?
O Paradise! O Paradise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that love are blest?
Love's secret is to be always doing things for God, and not to mind because they are such little ones.
If our love were but more simple, We should take Him at His word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of the Lord.
Faith is letting down our nets into the transparent deeps at the Divine command, not knowing what we shall take.
Dear Lord! in all our loneliest pains Thou hast the largest share, And that which is unbearable, Tis Thine, not ours to bear.
For right is right, since God is God, And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin.
The buried talent is the sunken rock on which most lives strike and founder.
There is seldom a line of glory written upon the earth's face, but a line of suffering runs parallel with it; and they that read the lustrous syllables of the one, and stoop not to decipher the spotted and worn inscription of the other, get the.least half of the lesson earth has to give.
Every moment of resistance to temptation is a victory.
Kind thoughts are rarer than either kind words or deeds. They imply a great deal of thinking about others. This in itself is rare. But they also imply a great deal of thinking about others without the thoughts being criticisms. This is rarer still.
Kindness has converted more sinners than zeal, eloquence, or learning.
Kindness has converted more sinners than either zeal, eloquence, or learning.