It Is No Use Walking

Be Praised, O My Lord By Brother Wind, By Air And Cloud And Every Clime To Whom Thou Givest Sustenance Unto Their Kind.

By The Anxieties And Worries Of This Life Satan Tries To Dull Man's Heart And Make A Dwelling For Himself There.

When I Think Of The Happiness That Is In Store For Me, Every Sorrow, Every Pain Becomes Dear To Me.

Lord, Make Me An Instrument Of Thy Peace. Where There Is Hatred, Let Me Sow Love.

Everything In Man Should Halt In Awe...let All The World Quake And Let Heaven Exult When Christ The Son Of The Living God Is There On The Altar.