COMFORT
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"
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!
Carry all your concerns to Him—in the arms of faith!
An arm that can never be broken!
Surely I am with you all the days!
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!
Think of all the hard things there are in your life
Whose presence is thus promised and pledged?
The sufferings of this present life
A poor beast that is going homeward, goes cheerfully!
Trust His heart — even when you can't trace His hand!
This is a wonderful secret which all of us ought to learn
An all-sufficient Savior — and a needy sinner!
I know, O Lord, that Your judgments are right!
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!
If there were an ant at the door of your granary
It is difficult to say which is the more astonishing
God does not promise to lift the burden away
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!
Here is an arm that never can be broken!
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!
He is especially kind to the lambs
He makes all His subjects kings!
A weak, defenseless, foolish creature!
What a beautiful picture of my poor, weak, hungry soul
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 toiling, the tempted, and the sorrowing!
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!
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
We are lifted up in the arms of omnipotence
The omnipotent God is your God!
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
How great then, is the blessedness of true believers!
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
When the tears trickled down His blessed face!
A life of simple, active, and absolute dependence on Jesus!
Put all the 'creatures' into a cup
Your exceedingly great reward!
If you saw Christ standing beside you all the time
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?
An infant's breath might blow it out!
What an unspeakable mercy to have such a Father!
He restores the fainting, the dying and the dead!
Untried, untrodden, and unknown
The sole occupant of this boundless universe!
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?
When disappointed in the creature
Weary and footsore, panting, and burdened
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!
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!
He always gives sufficient grace
Lay your head on His bosom and disclose your deepest sorrow
While we sojourn in this world
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
Do not be afraid, for I am with you!
We shall have some hard climbing in our upward journey!
What are the ephemeral distinctions of earth?
He will sustain us so that we may carry it!
Have you ever been caught in this snare?
Just because He disposes all things
We travel through this intricate wilderness!
Throw yourself into his very arms!
There is but one, abiding, unchanging Sympathizer!
Comfort in the cloudy and dark day!
A balm for every wound, a cordial for every care
The sweeping away of our earthly hopes
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
All the fickleness, sinfulness, and unworthiness
The birds and lilies teach me better!
Lord, how can we know the way?
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!
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!
Life comes to us in such little bits
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?
Where God sees but a little grace
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!
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!
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