Sweet comfort...

From Spurgeon's, "Healing for the Wounded"

The same mighty hand which rolls the stars along,
puts liniments around the wounded heart of his child.

The same being who spoke the worlds into existence,
and now impels those ponderous globes through their
orbits, does in his mercy cheer the wounded,
and heals the broken in heart.

In the plentitude of his mercy, Jehovah gives a balm
for every wound to every one of his people.

We need not ask, “Is there no balm in Gilead?
Is there no physician there?”
There is a balm, there is a physician who can heal
all these wounds, who can give joy to the troubled
countenance, take the furrow from the brow,
wipe the tear from the eye,
remove the agitation from the bosom;
and calm the heart now swelling with grief;
for he “heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.”

Oh, it is a theme for eternal gratitude,
that the same God who in his loftiness and
omnipotence stooped down in olden times to soothe,
cherish, relieve, and bless the mourner,
is even now taking his journeys of mercy
among the penitent sons of men.