COMFORT
All that we can need for life or death, time or eternity!
Carry all your concerns to Him—in the arms of faith!
An arm that can never be broken!
We must continually come to Him!
A poor, weak, and trembling creature
The last pang, and groan, and tear!
The object of God's tender, perfect and ceaseless care!
Whose presence is thus promised and pledged?
Trust His heart — even when you can't trace His hand!
Look up today, O parched plant!
All the hell that you shall ever have
And when you feel weak—lean hard!
He never trusts 'the rod' out of His own hand!
"Here—put your troubles here!"
Pains, infirmities, loss of sleep, the failure of sight and hearing
If there were an ant at the door of your granary
It is difficult to say which is the more astonishing
My friend, I know not what your trouble may be
A few more throbbings of this aching heart!
The pagans run after all these things!
Our Father is taking care of us!
Here is an arm that never can be broken!
You have all your hearts can wish!
He is especially kind to the lambs
He makes all His subjects kings!
A weak, defenseless, foolish creature!
He will carry the lambs in His arms, holding them close to his heart!
You will soon end your tedious, tiresome journey!
With the eye of tenderest love!
The load will be too heavy for us!
The Lord Himself watches over you!
The secret of development of Christian character
Put all sorrow's wounds into His hand
This is a sweet and precious truth!
We did have a father — it was the devil!
A weak, defenseless and foolish creature!
His little retreat, his shrine and his idol
Sons! Brethren! Princes! Friends! Heirs!
The voice of Jesus in the storm!
A sermon which Peter never forgot
Old age is creeping in upon us
The path to comfort in our time of sorrow
Are you a distressed believer?
We need You to bring us to You!
The sweetest and the most comforting word
The only oasis amid barren deserts
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone!
The comforts of grace and godliness
Your sins, and errors, and follies
In the great game of existence
Prayer for a time of bereavement
When God thwarts, afflicts, and mortifies us
Oh it is a sweet and holy life!
The only happy man in the world!
To wean you from a poor, unsatisfying world
Your weeping, aching, languid head!
A tiny insect at the door of My all-sufficiency
When the tears trickled down His blessed face!
Put all the 'creatures' into a cup
Fully, completely and perfectly
Weaned and divorced from creature help!
Who are they, and from where did they come?
He restores the fainting, the dying and the dead!
Untried, untrodden, and unknown
The sole occupant of this boundless universe!
There are many devices in a man's heart
Too wise a physician to make any mistakes
It is like the passing cloud on the summer's day!
While journeying through this wilderness of troubles
Safe in the Almighty Shepherd's hands
What will He do with the lambs?
When disappointed in the creature
Weary and footsore, panting, and burdened
The inexhaustible treasures of His grace!
You keep track of all my sorrows.
Cast your care upon Him who cares for you!
Carry your troubled heart to Jesus
God's children run home when the storm comes on!
Oh it is a sweet and holy life!
He has a bottle for that tear!
Their tears are all in His bottle!
He carries the lambs in his bosom
Lift up your heads, you poor, you needy, you disconsolate!
It is their Father's hand which chastens them!
Lay your head on His bosom and disclose your deepest sorrow
While we sojourn in this world
A life of daily dependence on God!
Honor, wealth, and pleasure lose their charms
What are the ephemeral distinctions of earth?
Have you ever been caught in this snare?
Just because He disposes all things
We travel through this intricate wilderness!
Christ's sleepless vigilance over his people!
Throw yourself into his very arms!
There is but one, abiding, unchanging Sympathizer!
A balm for every wound, a cordial for every care
Better to have sorrow and poverty?
The weak, the sick, the burdened, the little ones of His flock.
A system of divine and unfailing consolation!
His ear is ever open to your cry.
He has all comforts at His disposal
As though it had never been!All the fickleness, sinfulness, and unworthiness
If we are in any of these prisons
This unravels the mystery!
What an angel's tongue never can unfold!The year before our eyes
Sweet truth is this!When they are twisted out of my hand
Lay it upon the heart pierced by the soldier's lance!
Sea of bliss, ocean of delight!
Amid all the confusion and tangle
Weep not! Grieve not! Fear not! Tremble not!
There is no friend like Christ!
We must not expect much in this base world!
Your burden is on his shoulder!
I know everything about every one of them!
Little children, abide in him.
The substance, the essence, the fullness of all holy joy!
We travel through this intricate wilderness
Wearied, torn, and half expiring
But a little while, and I am there!
Muddy streams and broken, leaky cisterns
The end of God in all His doings and dealings
Why are you cast down, O my soul?
There is one hovering around you each moment!
Our journey is drawing to an end
The humblest, poorest, and most despised child of God
What strange beings are these?
Hear the voice of love in the rod
God's children run home when the storm comes on
Strong, immutable, and eternal
Better an ounce of divine grace!
Oh that I were as in months past.
Guilty, weak, helpless, ignorant, naked and filthy
Too wise to err and too good to be unkind!
COMFORT, CONSOLATION, CALVARY...
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