Frederick William Faber Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• 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!

  Frederick William Faber

  Song, Strong, Prayer

• 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

  Frederick William Faber

  Jesus, Blessed, Angel

  Frederick William Faber (1855). “The blessed sacrament: or, The works and ways of God”, p.510

• He draws us to Himself by grace, by example, by power, by lovingness, by beauty, by pardon, and above all by the Blessed Sacrament. Every one who has had anything to do with ministering to souls has seen the power which Jesus has. Talent is not needed. Eloquence is comparatively unattractive. Learning is often beside the mark. Controversy simply repels... All the attraction of the Church is in Jesus, and His chief attraction is the Blessed Sacrament

  Frederick William Faber

  Jesus, Blessed, Soul

  Frederick William Faber (1855). “The blessed sacrament: or, The works and ways of God”, p.510

• Small things are best: Grief and unrest To rank and wealth are given; But little things On little wings Bear little souls to Heaven.

  Frederick William Faber

  Grief, Wings, Heaven

  Frederick William Faber (1857). “Poems ... Second edition”, p.198

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