COMFORT
Christ's sympathy!He led them forth by the right way!
The worst calamity is the wisest and the kindest thing which could befall me
This God is mine, in all His glorious perfection!
All the jewels in the Savior's crown are without a single flaw
The man who has God for his portion!
Fly into the bosom of Christ for refuge and safety!
The woman had left her only child dead in her home
Precious Promises for Aged Saints
There is no such thing as "chance," "luck," or "accident"
We are apt to measure His wisdom, by the faulty line of our own reason!
His very great and precious promises!
Christ's sleepless vigilance over His people!
God, the Portion of His People
All that we can need for life or death, time or eternity
Believer, what are you doing, going groaning through the world beneath a load of fears and cares?
We should lie as clay in the hands of our all-wise, all-gracious Potter!
Carry all your concerns to Him in the arms of faith!
I am the object of God's tender, paternal, and ceaseless care!
In the midst of life's darkest moments!
An arm that can never be broken
All of His glorious attributes and perfections are yours
You keep track of all my sorrows!
This one thought is a fountain of unfailing happiness
Every groan of your wounded heart
God's care for you reaches to the very least matters
Even in the midst of life's trials, uncertainties and sorrows
The most accessible and precious spot
Surely I am with you all the days
The infinitely wise and gracious God
We must continually come to Him!
A poor, weak, and trembling creature
The last pang, and groan, and tear
With perfect wisdom, at the right time, in the right way
The delight which God has in His redeemed people
The object of God's tender, perfect and ceaseless care!
His abiding presence and inexhaustible resources!
All the 'littles' of our little world
Whose presence is thus promised and pledged?
All of His glorious attributes and perfections are yours
His exaltation is our exaltation
You are the objects of the blessed Redeemer's particular care
Think of all the hard things there are in your life!
We dwell within the palm of God's hand
I will be their God—and they shall be My people
I want those You have given Me to be with Me
You yourself will sit with Him upon His throne
They are so dear to Him, that He cannot take His eyes off them
The only way to obtain relief under the manifold cares that often encompass our path
He has a perfect knowledge of all His subjects
How cheerfully would they pass along the 'journey of life'
The sufferings of this present life
Go to Him in your emptiness, and receive daily out of His fullness
When you go through deep waters and great trouble!
A poor beast that is going homeward, goes cheerfully
When a tear is wept by you—do not think that God does not behold it
The only sure medicine for troubled hearts
Trust His heart—even when you can't trace His hand
This is a wonderful secret which all of us ought to learn
Sovereign, absolute, uncompromising control
The Lord is my Shepherd—I shall not want
An all-sufficient Savior—and a needy sinner
We shall not always live in this poor, dying, trying, suffering, sinful state
I know, O Lord, that Your judgments are right
The lock-smith's great bunch of keys
He puts a finger upon the scar
Look up today, O parched plant!
All the Hell that you shall ever have
What a beautiful picture of my poor, weak, hungry soul
Your walking through this vast wilderness
And when you feel weak—lean hard!
He never trusts 'the rod' out of His own hand
The master-key which fits the locks!
Pains, infirmities, loss of sleep, the failure of sight and hearing
The God also of the broken-hearted
The physician and the patient!
If there were an ant at the door of your granary
The more burdens we put on His shoulders
It is difficult to say which is the more astonishing
We dwell in the palm of God's hand
God does not promise to lift the burden away
All their concerns are upon His heart
My friend, I know not what your trouble may be
A few more throbbings of this aching heart
Run to your Father's arms and nestle in His bosom!
The pagans run after all these things
Our Father is taking care of us
He will carry the lambs in His bosom
Surely it is better to go to Heaven with the few—than to go to Hell with the many
Through a wilderness of sins, sorrows, trials and temptations
Here is an arm that never can be broken
The Great Physician and His patients
You have all your hearts can wish!
Here little—and hereafter much!
I can take my Elim with me through the great wilderness
With the fragments of the broken hopes and joys
This life is a valley of tears
The sweet, twin hounds of heaven
Do not be afraid, for I am with you!
He is especially kind to the lambs
He makes all His subjects kings
A weak, defenseless, foolish creature
He answers these many fears with a single golden sentence
What a beautiful picture of my poor, weak, hungry soul
He will carry the lambs in His arms, holding them close to his heart
Carrying our little troubles and needs to God
You will soon end your tedious, tiresome journey!
God disciplines us for our good
He may be your emperor—but he is my father
I do not believe that our heavenly Father will ever forget His redeemed children
With the eye of tenderest love
The toiling, the tempted, and the sorrowing
My heart feels for you, my dear friend, in your deep, deep trial
Son, you are ever with Me, and all I have is yours!
He loves to see His poor, helpless, suffering patients come!
The load will be too heavy for us
The Lord Himself watches over you!
The secret of development of Christian character
As a mother comforts her child
The path by which He will conduct you will not always be smooth and pleasant
The heaviest afflictions on this side Hell
Put all sorrow's wounds into His hand
The name of the LORD is a strong tower
This is a sweet and precious truth
We did have a father—it was the devil!
How despicable our troubles and trials will seem
Thou art nothing but a tiny insect at the door of my all-sufficiency!
Know that the Lord has set apart the godly for Himself!
A weak, defenseless and foolish creature
When we find the path thorny, and the journey toilsome
We have the unspeakable consolation
His little retreat, his shrine and his idol
Sons Brethren Princes Friends Heirs
The voice of Jesus in the storm
As we launch out into another year
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?
An ever-present help in trouble
We need You to bring us to You
The sweetest and the most comforting word
The only oasis amid barren deserts
We are lifted up in the arms of omnipotence
A beloved child—watched over, cared for, supplied and defended
They were once like us—sorrowing, suffering, sinning
The omnipotent God is your God
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone
Return unto your rest, O my soul
The comforts of grace and godliness
Your sins, and errors, and follies
In the great game of existence
How great then, is the blessedness of true believers
The Savior's abiding presence with His redeemed people
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
All things work together for good
Your weeping, aching, languid head!
A tiny insect at the door of My all-sufficiency
An almighty Watcher, a sleepless Guardian, a faithful Friend
It is far better to dwell in a poor cottage
Half bewildered by the thought
When the tears trickled down His blessed face
He will guide us to the end of the journey
A life of simple, active, and absolute dependence on Jesus
Put all the 'creatures' into a cup
The grand secret of daily comfort in Christianity
There is one stable rock amidst the billows of the sea of life
We see hands and feet and side, all pouring forth crimson streams of precious blood
If you saw Christ standing beside you all the time
Martin Luther's favorite preacher
I will never leave you nor forsake you
Fully, completely and perfectly
Weaned and divorced from creature help
Who are they, and from where did they come?
God deals mysteriously with me
An infant's breath might blow it out!
What an unspeakable mercy to have such a Father
Nevertheless, I am continually with You
This alone is the vexed soul's refuge
He restores the fainting, the dying and the dead!
Untried, untrodden, and unknown!
Endless, sinless, sorrowless immortality
The sole occupant of this boundless universe
I would carry all to Him as one great lump of sin
People with sore and bruised hearts!
There are many devices in a man's heart
Too wise a physician to make any mistakes
Oh, you who want unfailing comfort
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?
Weary mariner on life's tempestuous ocean
When disappointed in the creature
Weary and footsore, panting, and burdened
We seem to see a child without a single care
All that He has, and all that He is, is theirs
The inexhaustible treasures of His grace
The broken fragments of a life
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!
It is your Father's good pleasure to give you the Kingdom
Oh it is a sweet and holy life
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
He always gives sufficient grace
In love He blessed us with all spiritual blessings
He can extract pleasure out of pain
Lay your head on His bosom and disclose your deepest sorrow
While we sojourn in this world
The inexhaustible treasures of His grace!
The one unfailing source of help and comfort
The days of your mourning shall be ended!
Does Christ think on me? Does He notice me? Does He love me?
A life of daily dependence on God
Will not the Judge of all the earth do right?
Honor, wealth, and pleasure lose their charms
He will carry the lambs in His arms
Do not be afraid, for I am with you
We shall have some hard climbing in our upward journey
This God is our God forever and ever
What are the ephemeral distinctions of earth?
The time is short—our obligations are unspeakably great—and Heaven will make amends for all
He will sustain us so that we may carry it
Have you ever been caught in this snare?
Surely God is good to Israel—to those who are pure in heart
Just because He disposes all things
The never-failing Fountain of blessing
Throw yourself into His very arms
By-and-by the old man died, and the widow was left alone
You have not yet come to the rest and the inheritance which the Lord your God is giving you
There is but one, abiding, unchanging Sympathizer
We shall only sink into the everlasting arms
Comfort in the cloudy and dark day
A balm for every wound, a cordial for every care
What could we do in this wilderness world?
Take both sorrow and sin to the same place
An ever-present help in times of trouble
The sweeping away of our earthly hopes
Clear views of Christ's priestly office and intercession
Better to have sorrow and poverty?
The richest man in the universe!
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
All the fickleness, sinfulness, and unworthiness!
The birds and lilies teach me better
Lord, how can we know the way?
Their resources are very limited—His are infinite
If we are in any of these prisons
What an angel's tongue never can unfold
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
His mercy is a boundless, fathomless, endless ocean
Amid all the confusion and tangle
The highest class in the school of Christ
But for this one day of life, which is already half over
Weep not Grieve not Fear not Tremble not
There is no friend like Christ
An ever-present help in times of trouble!
Christians have unfailing grounds of satisfaction and contentment
I am a pilgrim in the world, but at home in my God
We must not expect much in this base world
All comes from the hand of Him who is too wise to err and too loving to be unkind
Amidst the multitude of supplicants who daily and hourly present their various petitions
Its tones fall like soothing music on the quivering heart
Life comes to us in such little bits
Let us bear this in mind, and take comfort in it
Nevertheless I am continually with You
Your burden is on His shoulder
I know everything about every one of them
The supplies of His grace and mercy are unexhausted and exhaustless
Though we do not know where the road winds—we know where it ends
Tenderly and graciously does He deal with us
The substance, the essence, the fullness of all holy joy
We travel through this intricate wilderness
We do not know what we might have been
You keep track of all my sorrows
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
Does He feed His birds, and will He starve His babes?
It will make you doubly happy, even in this life
What strange beings are these?
Where God sees but a little grace
Speak Lord, for Your servant is listening
Hear the voice of love in the rod
God's children run home when the storm comes on
Oh, how pleasant to lean upon an almighty arm
Strong, immutable, and eternal
Better an ounce of divine grace
Comfort, safety, strength, holiness
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...
There is no such thing as luck, chance, or accident, in the journey of our life
Nevertheless I am continually with You
Indeed, my dear friend, these are sovereign blessings
The masterpiece of all promises
No matter what corner I go around on the winding road of life
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