|He is Faithful that Promised.|
|I will not leave you comfortless; I will come to
you.| -- JOHN xiv.18.
Blessed Jesus! How thy presence sanctifies trial, takes loneliness from the chamber of sickness, and the sting from the chamber of death! Bright and Morning Star! precious at all times, thou art never so precious as in |the dark and cloudy day!| The bitterness of sorrow is well worth enduring to have thy promised consolations. How well qualified, thou Man of Sorrows, to be my Comforter! How well fitted to dry my tears, Thou who didst shed so many thyself! What are my tears -- my sorrows -- my crosses -- my losses, compared with Thine, who didst shed first Thy tears, and then Thy blood for me! Mine are all deserved, and infinitely more than deserved. How different, O Spotless Lamb of God, those pangs which rent Thy guiltless bosom! How sweet those comforts Thou hast promised to the comfortless, when I think of them as flowing from an Almighty Fellow-Sufferer, -- |A brother born for adversity,| -- the |Friend that sticketh closer than any brother!| -- one who can say, with all the refined sympathies of a holy exalted human nature, |I know your sorrows!| My soul! calm thy griefs! There is not a sorrow thou canst experience, but Jesus, in the treasury of grace, has an exact corresponding solace: |In the multitude of the sorrows I have in my heart, Thy comforts delight my soul!|
|REMEMBER THIS WORD UNTO THY SERVANT, UPON
WHICH THOU HAST CAUSED ME TO HOPE!|